Excerpt of Cocktails At Tiffany's by Lynne Logan

She stepped from the bathroom, into the hall and sucked in a breath of shock. Her hand tightened on her wine glass. Kyle stood with a broad shoulder resting against the wall, blocking the way toward the kitchen, living area and other guests. The hallway behind her only led to bedrooms. Not a place she wanted to go.

He’d been waiting for her. She wasn’t foolish enough to think otherwise. A shiver whispered across her nape and down her back from Kyle’s hooded gaze. He shoved off the wall and moved toward her, his gait smooth and filled with power and confidence. The knit material of his shirt stretched across a wide, muscled chest, while his worn jeans clung to narrow hips and strong, lean thighs. Her gaze stumbled over the bulge of his jeans and lifted.

Breath growing shallow, she stared into his hot gaze without flinching, but desire bloomed in her belly and her breasts tightened with awareness. She’d never stop wanting him.

"Why?" he asked.

At his bald question, she stiffened. "We went through this before."

"We can work around it."

"How? The rules are pretty simple in the company handbook. No fraternizing. That would be dating, hooking up, or whatever you want to call it." She took a swallow of wine. Now if she could just get really drunk, he might not have this power of turning her body into liquid.

"The handbook was made years ago when they were having problems with the dancers and players. And it was actually one player and his wife, and of course the pregnant cheerleader. You’re in administration."

"You’re forgetting about that other couple six months before I started working. Both of them were fired."

"Rumors only. Could have easily been for something else."

"Well, I’m not about to test your theory. My job’s important to me. I didn’t spend four years of college and another four in accounting to toss it all away."

He stepped toward her. "No one has to know. What we do together is our business, no one else’s."

"That’s your opinion." She hitched up her chin. "Maybe I’m just not that into you like all your cheerleading groupies."

She’d known Kyle for almost four years through Tiffany, but during those years she’d intentionally kept away from him because she hadn’t wanted to be added to the long list of women vying for his attention both in and out of bed, and she’d been doing fine until she’d started working for the Leopard’s Football Company. But at work, she’d found it near impossible to avoid him, and after four months on the job, to her horror, she’d caved into her attraction.

"Really?" His gaze narrowed and locked on hers, his expression deadly serious. "So that would explain your reaction just last Saturday? Screaming with pure boredom as you rode me?"

She gaped at him. Before she found the ability to protest, he took the glass from her nerveless fingers. Finally she managed to formulate a reply. "Your memory is faulty."

His expression turned incredulous as he drank the remnants of her wine, set the glass on an alcove to his side, and moved until inches separated their bodies. Heat radiated from Kyle and warmed the flesh beneath her clothing. A picture flashed in her mind of last Saturday. She’d loved every second of being on top of him as he thrust in and out of her. The idea of doing it again tightened her breasts with longing. She forced herself not to back up and show just how rattled she was.

"Care to prove it?" His palm glided over her upper arm.

The tips of her breasts grazed his chest. Jade swallowed and inched to the side until she brushed up along the wall. "I don’t have to prove a thing."

"Really?" Again he crowded closer until her back pressed against the wall. The heat of his erection prodded her belly. Images burned through her mind of him naked above her, the muscles of his shoulders and arms flexing as he raised his body to drive into her. These last two month she’d found out just how fantastic in bed he was. The way he used his body, his hands, his mouth, his tongue. How he’d filled, stretched her.

She balled her hands at her sides to fight against the desperate urge to touch him. If he hadn’t taken the glass from her hand earlier, wine would now be seeping into the carpet.

His lips brushed her temple, his chest grazed her breasts, and oh, God…his cock. Hard, unmistakable and mind numbing. Desire rushed through her limbs. To her horror, she arched against the thick length in reflex and clutched at his arms, unable to halt her quick intake of breath or her body’s unbidden reaction.

"You need to stop." Her words came out far weaker than she intended. "Jerry or someone else from the company could walk down the hall any second and see us."

"Strange." he whispered, the deep husky timber of his voice holding what suspiciously sounded like amusement. "I’m getting some really mixed signals from you. Your mouth is saying one thing while your body… Now your body is saying something far different."

She started to object again but the words dissolved when he lifted her leg to rest against his hip and glided a hand up the back of her thigh and beneath her skirt to cup her bare ass. When he molded his fingers around the flesh and inched beneath the strap of her thong, desire clenched at her gut and a whimper of longing escaped her lips.

"Speaking of mouths. You have the most delicious one. You’re one of the best damn kissers."

"Don’t." A feeble protest when Jade couldn’t find the will to push Kyle away, or for that matter take her hands off his biceps. Instead, she wanted to delve beneath his shirt, touch the corded muscles of his stomach, chest, then probe lower. She stared at the strong column of his throat where his navy polo-shirt opened at the collar. Many a time she’d pressed her lips over the warm, smooth skin and felt the drum of his pulse. The urge to do it now surged through her.

"Don’t what? Touch you?" His other hand whispered across the sensitive curve of her neck as he glided his thumb across the sweep of her jaw. "Kiss you?"

His lips grazed the corner of her mouth, hinting at a pleasure she’d tried to block from her mind. The faint sound of laughter drifted from the other part of the house.

"There’s people around," she murmured against his lips but didn’t attempt to draw away.

"That’s easy enough." With a shuddering breath, he slipped his hand from her bottom and eased away from her body. "Come on."

Before she had the chance to protest, he clasped her wrist and tugged her the few feet into the bathroom.