Page 68 of Lawbreaker

He covered the words with his mouth and his arms tightened. He moved and his mouth was suddenly hard and insistent.

She went under in a drugged haze, holding on for dear life while her body suddenly got its first taste of real passion and started demanding more.

He felt her gasp when the sensation began to affect her. It was affecting him as well. He felt his own body hardening, swelling. He moved back a whisper, just enough to keep her from finding out how involved he already was. Before she could question it, his mouth grew even more insistent, twisting sensually on her lips, teasing her mouth open to a deeper and far more intimate kiss than she’d ever had.

She stiffened just a little. He almost missed it. His own senses were swimming in heat. He’d had women since his early teens. This was different. Different even from the relationship he’d had with his late wife. No woman had ever aroused him so quickly and so completely. It was only physical, of course, he told himself.

He lifted his head and looked into shocked eyes. So much for other men, he thought with shameful pride. He could have bet real money on her reactions before now.

His thumb rubbed over her soft mouth, arousing her all over again. She felt swollen. She felt a heat and swelling that she’d never felt in her life. She was drowning in sensation.

“Odalie,” he whispered in a moment of something almost like panic.

Those pale blue eyes lit up like candles in a dark room.

“What?” he asked, diverted.

“That’s the first time I remember you calling me by my name,” she said unsteadily.

“Is it?” He frowned. He touched the hair at her cheeks, moving it away.

She nodded.

He cupped her face in his hands and bent again, lightly brushing his mouth over hers in the quiet room. His heart was going like a fast watch. So was hers. He almost groaned out loud. If he didn’t get her out of here soon, he’d never be able to let go. She had no idea what she was doing to him, either.

The sudden knock on the door stunned both of them.

“Dessert!” Stasia called. “Hurry up or it will melt. Mrs. Murdock made homemade vanilla ice cream.”

“Be right there,” Tony called. He hoped his voice sounded normal. Probably it didn’t.

He looked down at his wrinkled shirt and her wrinkled blouse and her disheveled hair. “Oh, boy,” he sighed. “Are we going to raise eyebrows!”

“Eyebrows?” She was still floating.

“Like to take a guess at how you look?” he asked wryly.

“How I look...” She let him move her gently away and her eyes went from his rumpled shirt to her own. “Oh!”

He nodded. He chuckled. It was funny. He’d never cared how he looked after a few casual moments with a woman. Not before. But what was between them was new and private. He didn’t want people speculating. Not even people he considered family.

He tucked his shirt back in and handed her the hairpins he’d removed.

She gave him an astonished look. “What am I supposed to do with these, pick a lock?” she asked.

“Put your hair up.”

She glowered at him. “Without a brush and a mirror?”

He gathered up her hair, piled it on top of her head and started putting in hairpins. After a minute he stopped and raised both eyebrows. He handed her the rest of the pins. “Hell with it,” he muttered. “The fan messed us up, got that?”

She looked around. “What fan?”

“I’ll close the door quick when we go through it,” he said, imperturbable. “They’ll never know.”

Of course they knew. But they were kind enough not to tease or make fun of the condition of their friends.

Tony sent Stasia and Ben out to the limo while he paused in the doorway with Odalie, who wanted to leave as little as he wanted to let her.