Turning Up the Heat by Tanya Michaels

Author:Tanya Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Blaze
Published: 2016-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

HEATH GAVE HIMSELF an inward shake, disbelieving his own ears. Had he just experienced an auditory hallucination or had Phoebe Mars, the sweet pastry chef he habitually scandalized into blushing, actually asked him...?

“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely.

“Very.”

The reasons he’d given that afternoon for resisting temptation were nothing compared to the hungry way she was looking at him now. He grabbed her hand and began weaving through the crowd, moving toward the exit like a man on a mission. They were lucky enough to get a taxi quickly and he battled back the urge to offer the driver a fifty-dollar bill to floor it.

Instead, Heath passed the time by staring at Phoebe’s legs. She’d crossed one over the other, and her split skirt revealed a silky expanse of thigh. He let go of her hand to trace idle patterns over her skin, thinking about how he wanted to touch her once they were alone and this dress was gone. Flashes of their afternoon together tormented him: the way she’d writhed under his tongue, the way she’d teased him in the shower, the way she’d smiled up at him with passion-glazed eyes.

The chemistry between them had been unquestionably explosive. Yet her mood tonight had left him guessing.

When they’d left the hotel for dinner, she’d seemed so damn glad to see Cam, beaming at him and swapping all those happy memories with him. Heath had briefly wondered if she might end their fling just as it was beginning. But then there’d been the unexpected gift of the way she’d looked at him while they waited for a table. Heath had been in midsentence when he’d felt her gaze on him like a caress. When he’d turned toward her, there’d been so much molten heat in her eyes that it was a wonder the fire alarm and overhead sprinklers hadn’t gone off. That moment had been the highlight of his evening.

Correction. It was the highlight. Right up until she’d looked him dead in the eye and asked him to fuck her.

“Can’t this cab go any faster?” he muttered.

Phoebe smiled, but anticipation edged her features, too.

Mercifully, the hotel was only a few blocks away and soon the taxi was pulling up to the front entrance. Heath practically threw a handful of bills at the driver, aware that he’d overtipped but not patient enough to wait for change. The lobby was a blur, and he was just glad Phoebe had no trouble keeping up with his stride in her high heels.

If they’d had the elevator to themselves, Heath knew he wouldn’t have been able to refrain from touching her. But by the time the doors slid open to let them in, a small crowd had formed—a luggage-toting couple just checking in, a trio of middle-aged women and a lanky guy coming in from the pool with a towel around his neck. Everyone piled inside.

Trying to get his desire under control so that he didn’t lose all finesse and pounce on her the second they reached their room, Heath avoided looking directly at Phoebe.

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