The Night Before Christmas: Naughty Christmas Nights / The Nightshift Before Christmas / 'Twas the Week Before Christmas. Tawny Weber

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СКАЧАТЬ it? Like what?” Her eyes were huge, so big they were lost in the curls tumbling out from the white fur brim of her hat.

      Need, stronger than any he’d felt over a simple flirtation, surged through Gage’s body. He angled his body so Hailey was trapped between him and the wall.

      For a second, one delicious second, he just stared.

      Enjoyed the anticipation in her eyes.

      The rapid pulse fluttering in her throat.

      The tempting display of luscious flesh, mounded above the tight satin binding her breasts.

      The need intensified. Took on a sharp, hungry edge.

      “Like this,” he said, giving in to its demand.

      He took her mouth.

      He’d intended to be gentle. Sweet, even.

      But the kiss was carnal and raw and dancing on the edges of desperate. Tongues tangled. Lips slid, hot and wet.

      She tasted as sweet as she looked.

      But the sounds she made were sexual nirvana. Low, husky moans of approval as his hands skimmed over her waist to that tempting place just below her breasts. He didn’t touch. He just tortured the both of them with the idea that he could.

      Public, he forcibly reminded himself. They were practically in public, and if he did what he wanted, they’d be putting on a display for a ballroom full of people.

      Knowing if he didn’t stop now, that display was a very real possibility, Gage slowly, reluctantly, pulled his mouth from hers.

      It was harder than he’d thought it’d be. And not just between his legs.

      Unwilling to let go completely, his hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, Gage leaned closer. His body trapped hers as he pressed tiny kisses along her throat. Hailey’s head fell back, her breath coming fast, filling the air with tiny bursts of white fog.

      The move arched her back, so the long, delicious length of her throat was bare and those glorious breasts pressed higher against his chest. His hands burned with the need to cup her bounty. To weigh the soft flesh. To slide that candy-cane-striped fabric down and see if she was as tasty as he thought.

      Public, Gage reminded himself again. Keep it in control.

      Because while he wasn’t averse to a little public display of passion himself, he had the feeling that Hailey would be. Especially if some of those models in there were hers.

      Then her hands shifted, moving off his shoulders to press their way down his chest. Gage could feel their heat even through the thick fur of his costume.

      He shuddered with need, taking in the flush of rosy color washing over Hailey’s cheeks and pouring down her throat and chest to meet that tight satin.

      One taste couldn’t hurt, he decided.

      Even as his mind listed all the ways it actually could, he moved closer, so his body was tight against hers. As Hailey’s hum of pleasure filled the air, he pressed his mouth against the side of her throat, just under her ear, and gave in to the need to taste.

      She was delicious.

      Seriously worried for his sanity if she kept teasing him with those delicate fingers, Gage folded his hand over hers and pressed her palm flat against his chest. Then he grabbed the zipper tab and yanked.

      It didn’t move.

      The grabby need clawing at Gage’s libido slowed, even as the foggy desire tried to pull him back.

      He yanked again.

      Nothing.

      “Hell,” he muttered, pulling his mouth from Hailey’s.

      Unwilling to separate their bodies, he angled his head to peer at his chest. He got a better grip on the tab and pulled again.

      The zipper was stuck.

      “I can’t get it down.”

      “Well, I guess I’d rather hear that than you can’t get it up,” she said, her eyes dancing with laughter. Clearly a smart woman, Hailey pressed those lush lips together to keep it contained, though.

      Gage growled.

      And yanked.

      Nothing.

      This was not happening.

      His body straining against the thick fur of the costume from hell, he considered ripping it right off.

      “I guess the moment’s lost,” he said with a reluctant smile when she couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. He figured that was better than acting like a spoiled, tantrum-throwing asshole.

      Although he was reserving the right to throw the tantrum later in private.

      “Maybe not lost,” she said, her smile gentle now, her eyes bright with promise. “Maybe just delayed.”

      Gage considered the option of a delay over cancellation. It had a lot more appeal. And while he wasn’t so uptight that he had stupid rules about sex, clients and associates, he was also smart enough to know that women got funny about stuff. If Hailey thought he’d slept with her to get to her client, and to snag the deal, she’d go one of two ways. Give it to him because he was so damned good. Or withhold it out of spite.

      He didn’t see her as the spiteful type, but she didn’t come across as the kind of woman who’d take kindly to ulterior motives, either.

      Time for some careful maneuvering.

      “Why don’t I call you?” he offered. After a quick mental review of his calendar, he added, “I’m out of town for the next couple of days. Are you available for dinner on Wednesday? I’ll pick you up at six.”

      Her eyes were huge as she gave him a long look.

      It was the kind of look that’d usually make him nervous.

      A look filled with hope. With trust. With all those sweet, innocent emotions he’d never experienced in his life.

      It was scary as hell.

      His feet itched to run, even as his dick ached to stay.

      “I have a meeting on Wednesday,” she finally said. She reached up to trace her index finger over his lower lip, making Gage want to growl and nip at her soft flesh. Then, without warning, she ducked under his arm and shifted away.

      Scowling at how lost his arms felt all of a sudden, he turned to watch her stop a couple of feet away. What? Did she think looking at her instead of touching was going to simmer down the need boiling through his system?

      Impossible.

      She was pure eye candy.

      Still clinging with one hairpin, her hat was askew, dangling to one side. СКАЧАТЬ