Never Understand Part One ( Johnthen Trent Adult Romance 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

thing is, a guy with these looks and his financial status does not need to do this. And his eyes are so convincing… and his scent and the divine drink he just made me are going to my head. I feel guilty for making a big deal about it. Suddenly I’m even more aware of his elegant, muscular maleness, just a foot or so away from me. I pull at the hem of my skirt, which is quite short as I perch on the bar stool. I wonder why I wear those stay-up stockings, and feel I want to pull them up. I think of my underwear. What will he think of it?
    Why the hell does he make me think like this?
    We can dress it up but this man has just basically stated that he dragged me over here because he wants to have sex with me. I realize all the drinks and the lilies on the bar and the charm were carefully contrived, but even that fact is in danger of being overwhelmed by the sexual charge between us.
    I need to do something. Perhaps I should lay some honesty on him in return.
    ‘Carmen made a mistake?’ I say. ‘Perhaps she knows you too well. Perhaps she knew you’d seen a piece of ass, that you’d use the tip as an excuse to bring me down here and get some action in your lunch break. No wonder your “assistant” looks like she just swallowed a wasp…’
    My eyes must be blazing, but his eyes are just laughing back at me. He really doesn’t care if he pissed me off, does he? Or does he enjoy it? I realize I’ve just done that thing where I look into his eyes and play with my hair. Is it a giveaway? I look down immediately.
    John coolly places his drink on the bar, and leans over to me. Am I just dazzled by his looks? At any rate he is too quick and too unexpected for me, and his lips are on mine and his fingers are in my hair, on the back of my head. His mouth is cool, tasting exquisitely of the gin and lime and his lips are so sweet and delicate. All the tension and emotion are popping and conflicting all over my body, but his cool tongue is making me melt. My nipples harden and I wonder if he’ll notice. He pulls away and strokes my cheek tenderly with the back of his finger.
    ‘Is that honest enough for you?’ he says. In fact his eyes convey that thought before he opens his mouth.
    I gasp. My stomach has just turned a double somersault, and yet I don’t even know the guy’s second name. I stand up from the barstool, self-conscious about my skirt again, flustered, pulling down at the hem. Again I can’t help touching my hair and looking in his eyes, then down in front of me.
    It was the worst thing I could have done. He stands closer to me. I step back instinctively, with my back to the cold marble of the bar. ‘I love it when you play with your hair, then look away like that,’ he murmurs, then he bends gently forward, one finger on my chin and kisses me softly once more on my lips, taking a fraction longer this time. I feeI him inhaling my hair. His tongue swirls momentarily around the shell of my ear, and it’s so sexy. I don’t like anyone touching my ears, but this is the most erotic sensation I’ve ever… My eyes close slowly and I arch my head back. Oh, heavens.
    He kisses me again, one hand lightly on my ribcage through my cotton blouse. I suck his tongue lightly, and it is wonderfully cool and sexy. My palms are against his belly and chest, as if I want to push him away. But not yet. My hands are against solid muscle here, so I can’t help feeling the subtle curves of a honed male physique beneath the linen shirt. I am enjoying him, and he groans as he kisses me again, a deeply sexy groan of appreciation and desire.
    The flesh softens between my legs. I am holding him back slightly with my palms, but I want to give in. If I let him get any closer I know I am going to have an erection in my belly, and that’s going too far. He kisses me once more, making a small moan of lust. I don’t think he meant to do this. He meant a short kiss to tempt, but he’s gotten carried away.
    ‘You are so sexy,’ he says,