Her legs parted, her bare core pressing against his hard, denim-clad thigh. How could her body respond to him again? “Maybe. I’m not wearing any now.”

“I noticed,” he moaned. “Next time you wear one of those fancy, uptight suits, I’m going to be thinking about you without panties.”

“Maybe I won’t wear any,” she teased, shocked at the easy way the banter rolled between them. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps a relationship could be fun. With him she could imagine that possibility.

He froze and pulled his lips off her neck to stare down into her eyes. His pupils were large and dark, hunger eclipsing the bright color. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking now? Want to know my ultimate fantasy, what I’ve been thinking about doing since the first day I met you in that museum in Maine?”

She shivered. She couldn’t look away from his eyes. His gaze raked over her. She followed its slow progress over her breasts and belly down to her spread thighs and back up again. He licked his lips.

“Here’s my fantasy.” His voice deepened. “You’re wearing that gray suit, the super conservative one. And those black framed glasses that make you look smart.” His hand snaked out and picked up her reading glasses from the counter. He set them on her nose. “You’re at work, sitting in that executive chair, looking all smart and prissy and untouchable. Until I come in. I lock the door behind me. I kneel in front of you and unbutton your blouse. It’s white and crisp and nerdy. You’re wearing a white lace bra, which I open so I can tongue your nipples.” His voice grew huskier, and his breath stroked over her ear like a caress, but he didn’t touch her. She could see the scene playing out in her head. She went damp all over again just from the mental image. “Would you like me to do that?”

“Yes,” she groaned, leaning back and straining her chest toward him.

He crouched lower. She watched, fascinated, as his tongue laved warm and wet over her nipple until it peaked into a stiff bud. Then he turned his mouth to the other breast. He looked up at her, his eyes totally wicked. “Wanna know what’s next?”

“Yes.” Which seemed to be the only word her brain could generate.

“I push your skirt up to your waist.” His big hands curled around her thighs. He lifted one leg to rest her foot on the stool next to her. The other he put over his shoulder. “I spread your legs and put my mouth to you, and you lose it.”