She wore tight-fitting red trousers, sky-high heels that showed fire-engine-red toes, and a floaty black silky shirt that sat off her shoulders. He wanted to sink his teeth into the soft skin of one while he was buried deep inside her slick heat.

“We don’t know each other!”

“I can remedy that.” Dylan leaned closer.

Her eyes were ringed in something dark and smoky, and a soft brush of color rode high on her cheekbones. Her lips were glossy and pale. She was sexy as hell, and he could never remember wanting a woman more.

“Dylan, this is ridiculous. I don’t do that kind of thing, and it’s not as if we even like each other very much.”

Her voice had dropped. Low and husky, it made his body tighten. He was so hard it was painful.

“Neither do I, actually, but for some reason you are causing me a great deal of angst.”

“That’s hardly my—”

He cupped her face and kissed her. Sweet and sinful, he knew that just one taste was only going to make him want more. Her bottom lip was fuller, and he sank into it as she moaned. Sliding a hand down her back, he pressed her closer, close enough that he could feel every curve, enjoy each lush part of her pressed into his body.

Her scent was soft and flowery; the skin of her cheek felt like cool satin under his palm.

“Dylan.” She came up for air. He gave her two seconds, then kissed her again.

Every thought was suddenly obliterated but one. He wanted her. His hand moved to her trim waist; her body held no excess flesh, suggesting she worked out in some way. Her strength was obvious by the ripple of muscle that clenched as his fingers slipped beneath her top.

“Ah God, that feels good.”

She sighed into his mouth as he cupped the full flesh of a breast. Blood thundered through Dylan’s body as lust consumed him.

“I want you, Piper.”

“I know.” Her sigh brushed his neck before she eased back and out of his arms. “But I also know that nothing good can come of us doing that.”

“It sure as hell feels like it would be good.” Dylan’s voice was rough.

“I can’t just do that with you, Dylan. I want to wake up tomorrow respecting myself.”

She looked like sin. Lips smudged, eyes soft and sensual. Her top dipped low, showing him the valley of lush curves beneath. He wanted to lift her onto the railing and devour her.

“I’d respect you.”

“No you wouldn’t, but then I’m thinking that you don’t worry about that kind of thing.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Her head tilted slightly as she studied him, and he resisted the urge to look away or feel uncomfortable.