Maybe her new confidence came from the three Manhattans she’d already gulped down. Maybe it was because they were celebrating her promotion to Senior Vice President of SF BankCorp, and she was giddy with her new found power. Whatever the reason, Claire simply didn’t care about anything else tonight, outside of the promise she read in Luke’s eyes.
Uncrossing her long, supple legs, and then re-crossing them slowly for impact, she scooted to the edge of her bar stool and leaned in close to Luke in the steamy bar. Keeping her eyes trained on his mouth, she found the courage hiding deep within herself and said, “If I have to look at your lips for one more second without tasting them, I think I’m going to go crazy.”
Luke’s eyes didn’t widen in surprise. And he didn’t make things any easier for her by leaning in to kiss her. Instead he raised an eyebrow, puckered his delicious lips slightly in a half-smile, and said, “Prove it.”
The heat between Claire’s legs increased several degrees and her nipples grew hard beneath her sexy silk top. For once in her life it was time to feel, not think.
Leaning forward until she was so close she could feel his breath on her lips, she reached up with her thumb and gently stroked Luke’s bottom lip. A shiver ran through her, and she felt as if her nipples were going to break through the fine silk of her top.
She wondered if anyone else in the bar had noticed how incredibly turned on she was, but she forced the thought aside. She wasn’t going to ruin her one chance at seducing the only man she’d ever loved because of what some strangers thought.
She had imagined feeling his lips on her breasts so many times, just touching them with her fingers was almost enough to make her spontaneously come in her seat. His lips were almost rough to the touch, and she wanted to explore every square millimeter of skin, from the corner where his upper and lower lips met so exquisitely, to the incredibly sexy, yet masculine bow in the middle of his upper lip.