The Morning After. Dorie Graham
to where the animal stood meowing at her. “What are you doing? Were you trying to kill us both?”
“Well, hello, Nikki.” Dylan’s deep baritone startled her.
The sun danced across his bare chest as he approached. He wiped his hands on a rag sticking out of his shorts pocket. Apparently he’d been working in one of the gardens.
Warmth filled her cheeks and her pulse quickened. “I was actually in the neighborhood, not five minutes away. A friend of mine has a dog I had to see whose face was all…had to give him some injections… Anyway, I just wanted to drive by to make sure I hadn’t dreamed this place. I tried to call you back…and your cat came out of nowhere.”
She closed her mouth, her cheeks burning. She’d turned into a babbling idiot.
“Sebastian, bad boy.” He turned his gaze to her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize he’d gotten out. Come on, big fella.” He reached for the cat, but Sebastian growled, flicking his tail in warning.
“That’s no way to act.” Gently she stroked his back and he calmed. “Would you like me to put him inside? I don’t think he’ll mind if I pick him up.”
“I guess I can’t leave him out here to endanger other drivers.”
The cat meowed when she scooped him into her arms but didn’t resist as she moved toward the house with him. “Now, what was that all about? Do you have a death wish?”
“Could be. He hasn’t been right since…for a while.”
She nodded, her heart swelling. What had happened to upset Sebastian? Was it the same something that had put that wounded look in Dylan’s eyes? The sun beat down on them as they crossed the wide lawn. Heat shimmered in the thick air.
Nikki stumbled, bumping into Dylan. “Excuse me.”
He steadied her, the muscles of his shoulders rippling across an expanse of bronzed skin. “No problem.”
With an effort she continued walking, all too aware of his musky scent and virile presence. And of the ache deep in his heart. She frowned against the overpowering need to soothe his pain. If she were to get involved with him, she’d best do it quickly, then move on. She was already too taken with the man. She was bound to get attached if she extended their acquaintance any longer than needed.
He kept his hand at her elbow, steering her toward the gardens. “The front door is locked. We’ll have to go through the courtyard.”
The cool green of the palm trees gave some respite from the heat as he stopped in front of the French doors. He opened the door but remained close. A cool blast of air hit her as she leaned in to drop Sebastian on the Spanish tile.
“You stay in here, away from the cars,” she said, drawing a deep breath and trying to calm her heart. The cat gave her a backward glance before padding off.
“Would you like to go in and get out of the heat?”
She straightened. All the blood rushed from her head in a dizzying swirl. She reached out to catch her balance and her hand connected with smooth, hot skin and firm muscle. For a moment she stared at him transfixed, his heart thudding beneath her palm.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. She inhaled a shaky breath and pulled back her hand. “Excuse me. The heat doesn’t usually affect me like this. Maybe I’m just dehydrated.”
“Let’s get you something to drink.” Though she had regained enough of her equilibrium to walk, he kept his hand at her back as he guided her into the kitchen. The heat of his fingers branded her where the sundress bared her to his touch.
“I’m sorry to trouble you,” she said as he filled two glasses with filtered water. “I never meant to intrude. I really intended just to drive by.”
He handed her a glass and drank deeply from his own. “It’s no trouble. I needed a break.”
She downed half her water before daring another peek in his direction. The man was hairless and sleek, sculpted like a Greek god. She pressed the cool glass to her cheek. She had to get a grip. “You were working in the garden?”
“Weeding mostly. I have a lawn service that takes care of it. I just like to get in there sometimes. It’s cathartic to yank up those weeds.”
She nodded, not sure how to respond. A moment of silence fell and she set her empty glass on the counter. “Thanks. I feel much better.”
A gust of cold air flowed over her as the air conditioner kicked on. Gooseflesh rippled up her arms, and her nipples beaded beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
His gaze traveled over her, lingering at her breasts before moving up to her eyes. “Would you like to sit down for a while? You probably shouldn’t get back out in that heat just yet.”
“No. I’m fine, really. I should be going.” She cast a quick glance down. The halter top of her dress left little to the imagination.
“Would you like to tour the house one more time?”
Though her earlier excitement about the house stirred, she felt exposed. She folded her arms over her chest. “Maybe another time.”
Disappointment swirled in the blue depths of his eyes. “Sure.”
“But I’d love to see the gardens again.”
He nodded and took her hand. “This way then.”
His grip was firm and strong. Walking hand in hand with him as they strolled the stone path circumventing the far flower garden felt oddly right. He pointed out various flowers, but her pulse throbbed in her ears, making it difficult to hear him. His mouth was beautiful to watch as he formed each sensuous syllable.
What would it be like to kiss him?
“Don’t you think?” He looked at her expectantly.
She bobbed her head in a half nod.
“I had a friend who didn’t think so, but I know it’ll hold two comfortably.” He gestured to the large hammock nestled beneath tall palms.
Tugging her hand, he drew her closer to the hammock. “I’ve never been able to get anyone to try it with me.”
“Oh.” She turned to him. “You’re awfully big.”
“It’s a double. It’s supposed to be for two.”
“Well, I’m sure two people fit then.”
They stood for a moment in silence, then he brought her hand up. “No rings.”
“No.”
“No fiancé, then?”
“No.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No, there’s no one. I wouldn’t have agreed to go out to dinner with you if I was seeing anyone.” Her heart thudded dully.
“Of course.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Still, how can that be?”
“Well, guys just don’t seem to stick around.”
“That makes no sense.”
“True nonetheless.”
“But you’re successful…and so beautiful.”
She cast her gaze downward, and he hooked his finger under her chin, urging it upward. She shivered at the intensity in his so-very-blue eyes. “Truly beautiful.”
He was going to kiss her.
The realization rang through her like a shot. The urge to flee took hold of her, but she stood, unable to move. His lips brushed over hers in a caress that grew steadily more demanding.
She opened to him, meeting the hungry stroke of his tongue, melding her body to his as he skimmed his hands over her back, then down her hips. Angling his head, he pulled her closer