Page 35 of Planned Seduction
“Not much. Just that you’d had a, um…fall.” Her lips started to twitch, and she clamped a hand over her mouth.
“You know the whole story.”
“Not everything. I think Lexi gave me a watered-down version.”
He rolled his eyes. “Funny.”
“Okay, she may have slipped in a few extra details.”
“Yeah, yeah. Very cute.”
“Aw, what’s the matter? Is this conversation driving you batty?”
“Your humor gets worse every day.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, and by the time he returned with drinks, Amy was eating her second piece of sushi.
“Nice of you to wait.” Daniel hobbled to the couch.
“It was also nice of me to get the food in the first place. And visit an injured friend.”
He grinned. “It was nice. I’m sorry. I’m irritated with Lex. But you’re here, she’s not, and I took it out on you.”
“That’s okay.” She smiled. “I quite enjoyed your misery. How are you feeling now?”
“Not bad, I guess. My shoulder’s stiff.”
“Your shoulder? Lexi said she barely touched you when she took a swing at you.”
“She was just relieved she didn’t connect the bat with my head. D’ya want to see the bruise?”
Without waiting for an answer, Daniel whipped off his shirt and dropped onto the couch next to her. He twisted around so she could inspect his shoulder. And what a shoulder it was. Broad and smooth and muscular.
Amy’s mouth dried. Before she could help herself, she skimmed her hand over his shoulder, relishing its warm texture and contained strength.
She hadn’t touched him in a month. An electric fence between them couldn’t have stopped her from reaching out now.
“Can you see it?”
“Um…well, er…” She stared at his blemish-free shoulder. “No. I can’t see a thing.”
“Here, let me show you.” He reached his good arm around and grabbed her hand, pressing her palm down on the curve where his neck met his shoulder.
Amy almost groaned in pleasure.
“Yeah. Right there. Don’t push too hard. It’s tender.” He pulled his arm away, leaving her hand to cradle his neck.
She ran her palm over his hot flesh, sliding it along with a feather-soft touch. He felt wonderful. How would he taste? She leaned her head in and opened her mouth.
An inch before her tongue made contact, he asked, “See the bruise yet?”
She jerked away so fast she almost whacked her head on the back of the sofa. “Er…sorry, I still can’t see anything.”
“That’s odd. It’s throbbing.”
She throbbed, too. With awareness. She ached to touch him again, to run her hands over his body, face, lips. To kiss him. Dear Lord, she wanted to kiss him.
Crap.
