I'm surprised you're here." Her mouth curved upward.
"I warned you I'd be joining you." He ignored the heat that spread inside him at the sight of her smile.
"That's just it." Her smile grew wider. "A politician who keeps his word-what a remarkable aberration in the species."
"How could I have forgotten that keen wit of yours?" he marveled. "Yeah, I'm full of surprises. Might want to remember that." Then, throwing caution to the wind, he let his eyes roam slowly over her, lingering. She'd have to be blind not to see the hunger in them.
Which she clearly wasn't. She retreated a step. He followed, his longer legs closing the distance, until his body almost brushed hers.
That cool composer of Lily's was unraveling, no matter how hard she struggled to pretend otherwise. The signs were there, in the fine trembling of her limbs, in the flush that stole over her porcelain smooth cheeks. Fierce satisfaction filled Sean at her involuntary reaction.
He dipped his head until his lips hovered, a soft whisper away. "Lily?"
"Yes?" There was a husky catch to her voice.
Sean's fingers reached up and traced the rosy bloom on her cheek. Was it the sweet flush of desire that made her skin so soft? he wondered, his eyes and fingers memorizing every detail, every sensation. God, he'd die for a taste of her. But Sean denied himself the pleasure. He raised his head, putting distance between himself and his greatest temptation, and forced himself to lower his hand.
At the loss of contact, Lily's head jerked, as if coming out of a trance.
Sean stepped back before she could flay him alive. "You're looking a little pink, Lily. I've got some zinc oxide in my bag. I'd be happy to put some on you. Especially on those hard to reach places." He gave her a casual smile and pulled his sunglasses from the breast pocket of his T-shirt, ignoring the violent thudding of his heart against the cotton fabric. His hands shook, too, racked with tremors of need. Somehow, he managed to settle his shades across the slightly crooked bridge of his nose, before shoving them deep into his pocket, out of sight.
, Lily swore silently. He had only to bestow the paltriest of caresses and she nearly swooned. Even more galling was the fact that she was equally helpless before Sean's verbal taunts. The thought of Sean's hands, slick with lotion, gliding over her body in long, sweeping caresses had her pulse racing.
Lily's voice was filled with contempt-never mind that it was self-directed-as she spoke. "You know, you and John Granger should get to know each other. You could compare notes on really great pickup lines. By the way, Sean, your nose? Does it trouble you still? I hope so.
"I warned you I'd be joining you." He ignored the heat that spread inside him at the sight of her smile.
"That's just it." Her smile grew wider. "A politician who keeps his word-what a remarkable aberration in the species."
"How could I have forgotten that keen wit of yours?" he marveled. "Yeah, I'm full of surprises. Might want to remember that." Then, throwing caution to the wind, he let his eyes roam slowly over her, lingering. She'd have to be blind not to see the hunger in them.
Which she clearly wasn't. She retreated a step. He followed, his longer legs closing the distance, until his body almost brushed hers.
That cool composer of Lily's was unraveling, no matter how hard she struggled to pretend otherwise. The signs were there, in the fine trembling of her limbs, in the flush that stole over her porcelain smooth cheeks. Fierce satisfaction filled Sean at her involuntary reaction.
He dipped his head until his lips hovered, a soft whisper away. "Lily?"
"Yes?" There was a husky catch to her voice.
Sean's fingers reached up and traced the rosy bloom on her cheek. Was it the sweet flush of desire that made her skin so soft? he wondered, his eyes and fingers memorizing every detail, every sensation. God, he'd die for a taste of her. But Sean denied himself the pleasure. He raised his head, putting distance between himself and his greatest temptation, and forced himself to lower his hand.
At the loss of contact, Lily's head jerked, as if coming out of a trance.
Sean stepped back before she could flay him alive. "You're looking a little pink, Lily. I've got some zinc oxide in my bag. I'd be happy to put some on you. Especially on those hard to reach places." He gave her a casual smile and pulled his sunglasses from the breast pocket of his T-shirt, ignoring the violent thudding of his heart against the cotton fabric. His hands shook, too, racked with tremors of need. Somehow, he managed to settle his shades across the slightly crooked bridge of his nose, before shoving them deep into his pocket, out of sight.
, Lily swore silently. He had only to bestow the paltriest of caresses and she nearly swooned. Even more galling was the fact that she was equally helpless before Sean's verbal taunts. The thought of Sean's hands, slick with lotion, gliding over her body in long, sweeping caresses had her pulse racing.
Lily's voice was filled with contempt-never mind that it was self-directed-as she spoke. "You know, you and John Granger should get to know each other. You could compare notes on really great pickup lines. By the way, Sean, your nose? Does it trouble you still? I hope so.
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