loud. She couldn’t help herself. ‘I don’t think it’s possible for
you
to blend into the background.’
‘Too much of a mountain?’
Too much of everything!
Good-looks. Sex appeal. Charisma.
For a second Shara was afraid she’d made the comment out loud. The answer had flashed into her head so quickly her brain hadn’t had the chance to edit it.
But Royce was looking at her so normally she couldn’t have.
‘I’m sorry about the comment Noreen made,’ Shara offered, the incident still rankling.
Royce shrugged. ‘It’s water off a duck’s back. I’ve been called worse things in my time, and no doubt I’ll be called a good many more.’
‘Still, she shouldn’t have said it.’
‘Forget it. I have.’
‘OK.’
At that moment the lift arrived with a soft
ping
. The doors slid open. Royce held an arm across the opening to prevent the doors from closing and then waved her inside.
Shara walked past him.
Her arm brushed against his.
A shot of electricity flashed up her arm.
Her eyes flew to his.
What she saw in his eyes made her heart stop.
Royce followed Shara into the lift.
The air was locked tight in his lungs. His heart was doing the exact opposite, loosening up the floodgates and sending his blood rushing from one end of his body to the other with supersonic speed.
Instinct had always served him well. Several times it had even saved his life.
This time it abandoned him. Dumped him smack-bang in the middle of a place he shouldn’t be.
Because, without thinking, Royce bent his head and claimed her mouth with his. He kissed her as if he’d been waiting years to kiss her instead of days.
As his mouth plundered hers Royce admitted what he hadn’t wanted to admit until now: he’d wanted her from the first moment he’d seen her, swaying so sensually on the dance floor.
And the crazy thing was that Shara was kissing him back the same way. With not a second’s hesitation and enough hunger to set his pulse flying.
Royce fed a hand into her hair. He held her head steady as his mouth continued to move over hers.
Her hands clutched at his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
Even that small amount of contact was enough to make his senses go haywire. Desire was zinging off the inside of his skin and sending a shudder through his tall frame.
It was an amazing feeling.
The rush grabbed him.
Held on.
Wouldn’t let him go.
Wherever the rush was going, he was on board for the ride.
Shara went up in flames the minute Royce’s mouth claimed hers.
There was no other way to describe it.
She could feel the heat.
Feel it scorching through her, stripping her of everything but the truth.
She wanted Royce.
There. She’d admitted it.
The stomach-curling sensation and the electrical charge that literally zapped through her body every time they touched was good old-fashioned sexual desire.
Lust.
It pounded through her.
Minced her resistance into a pile of mush.
Flattened her common senses into non-existence.
Thought vanished.
All that was left was sensation.
A wild uproar of sensation that lifted her to her toes and made her cling to him as if she never wanted to let him go.
It didn’t matter that what they were doing was wrong.
The part of her consciousness that recognised that fact had gone into hiding.
The
ping
of the lift sounded again. Awareness of where she was, who she was with and what she was doing came flooding back.
She sprang backwards, almost falling over her own feet in the process.
The world rushed back at her so fast that she felt dizzy. For those few extraordinary moments it was as if all of her focus had converged on Royce.
His mouth.
His arms.
The feel of his body against her.
Now she slowly turned her head.
Two men were standing in the opening of the lift, grinning at them.
Mortified, she dropped her chin towards her chest.
She was aware of Royce turning, and then he said with a hint of humour, ‘What floor?’
Shara cringed inside.
What was wrong
you
to blend into the background.’
‘Too much of a mountain?’
Too much of everything!
Good-looks. Sex appeal. Charisma.
For a second Shara was afraid she’d made the comment out loud. The answer had flashed into her head so quickly her brain hadn’t had the chance to edit it.
But Royce was looking at her so normally she couldn’t have.
‘I’m sorry about the comment Noreen made,’ Shara offered, the incident still rankling.
Royce shrugged. ‘It’s water off a duck’s back. I’ve been called worse things in my time, and no doubt I’ll be called a good many more.’
‘Still, she shouldn’t have said it.’
‘Forget it. I have.’
‘OK.’
At that moment the lift arrived with a soft
ping
. The doors slid open. Royce held an arm across the opening to prevent the doors from closing and then waved her inside.
Shara walked past him.
Her arm brushed against his.
A shot of electricity flashed up her arm.
Her eyes flew to his.
What she saw in his eyes made her heart stop.
Royce followed Shara into the lift.
The air was locked tight in his lungs. His heart was doing the exact opposite, loosening up the floodgates and sending his blood rushing from one end of his body to the other with supersonic speed.
Instinct had always served him well. Several times it had even saved his life.
This time it abandoned him. Dumped him smack-bang in the middle of a place he shouldn’t be.
Because, without thinking, Royce bent his head and claimed her mouth with his. He kissed her as if he’d been waiting years to kiss her instead of days.
As his mouth plundered hers Royce admitted what he hadn’t wanted to admit until now: he’d wanted her from the first moment he’d seen her, swaying so sensually on the dance floor.
And the crazy thing was that Shara was kissing him back the same way. With not a second’s hesitation and enough hunger to set his pulse flying.
Royce fed a hand into her hair. He held her head steady as his mouth continued to move over hers.
Her hands clutched at his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
Even that small amount of contact was enough to make his senses go haywire. Desire was zinging off the inside of his skin and sending a shudder through his tall frame.
It was an amazing feeling.
The rush grabbed him.
Held on.
Wouldn’t let him go.
Wherever the rush was going, he was on board for the ride.
Shara went up in flames the minute Royce’s mouth claimed hers.
There was no other way to describe it.
She could feel the heat.
Feel it scorching through her, stripping her of everything but the truth.
She wanted Royce.
There. She’d admitted it.
The stomach-curling sensation and the electrical charge that literally zapped through her body every time they touched was good old-fashioned sexual desire.
Lust.
It pounded through her.
Minced her resistance into a pile of mush.
Flattened her common senses into non-existence.
Thought vanished.
All that was left was sensation.
A wild uproar of sensation that lifted her to her toes and made her cling to him as if she never wanted to let him go.
It didn’t matter that what they were doing was wrong.
The part of her consciousness that recognised that fact had gone into hiding.
The
ping
of the lift sounded again. Awareness of where she was, who she was with and what she was doing came flooding back.
She sprang backwards, almost falling over her own feet in the process.
The world rushed back at her so fast that she felt dizzy. For those few extraordinary moments it was as if all of her focus had converged on Royce.
His mouth.
His arms.
The feel of his body against her.
Now she slowly turned her head.
Two men were standing in the opening of the lift, grinning at them.
Mortified, she dropped her chin towards her chest.
She was aware of Royce turning, and then he said with a hint of humour, ‘What floor?’
Shara cringed inside.
What was wrong
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