Page 42 of Mile High Baby

Huh? I turned to look at him, wondering what he was getting at.

"Being around you is hard, Victoria. You're Henry's daughter.”

I thought I was beginning to understand. "So, you're the one who wants to get laid."

"I don't know that I’d put it like that."

"How would you put it, then?"

He gave a small laugh. "You make me crazy with need.”

My breath hitched. I turned my body to face him. He did the same.

“Need for what?"

I could see the struggle in his eyes. He wanted me, but he was friends with my father. I didn't want to come between him and my dad's friendship, and yet I hoped I won.

"The need to touch you. To taste you. To bury myself inside you."

In an instant, the tingle of titillation shot to full-on wet arousal. "And that's why you hide and act like a dick?"

His lips twitched upward. "Yes."

"Just to be clear. We're talking about sexual frustration, right?"

“Yes, Victoria."

“I know it well.”

"Do you?" He reached out and pushed a tendril of my hair blowing in the breeze behind my ear. The agitated intensity in him was gone. It was as if he'd resigned himself to the inevitable.

I nodded, hoping I was right. "I feel it too.”

"Do you?" he repeated.

"Yes, but not for Ian. Not for anyone else, actually.”

A low growl emanated from him as he stepped closer to me. "Who, Victoria? Tell me who has you sexually frustrated?”

“You know who.”

His hand banded around my back, and I knew then that he was giving in to this crazy desire between us. I knew it was a mistake, but I was giving in too.

“I need to hear it,” he said.

“You.” The word was barely out of my mouth before his lips crashed down on mine. I moaned as electric pleasure rocketed through my body. I gripped his shirt as I felt the world fall away.

“Have you been dreaming of me?” he asked as his lips cascaded along my neck and his hands slid up, cupping my aching breasts.

“Yes.”

“Good, because you’ve been fucking haunting my dreams.” His fingers pinched my nipples, making me gasp as another surge of erotic energy bolted through me.

He turned me, facing me away from him. I gripped the terrace wall as I waited for whatever he was going to do. His lips dragged along the back of my neck as his hands slid up my thighs, pulling my skirt up.

“Are you wet for me?” His hand slid between my thighs.

“Yes.”