What. The. Hell?

She stumbled backward, finally able to get her traitorous body to move away from his, even though it wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms once more.

God, he was sexy. How was he so sexy? He was a nerd, for God’s sakes. He was wearing a suit on a Sunday. Who did that? No matter what day of the week, she hated suits. And his hair was perfectly combed, his face was clean-shaven, and his glasses were wire-rimmed. And not in an ironic, hipster way.

He was legitimately nerdy. So not her type. So so soooo not her type.

She dated guys in bands, men who dressed like boys, guys who wouldn’t know a decent job and a stable income if it hit them upside the head. Her type of guy didn’t apologize for screwing her and they sure as hell didn’t declare that they wanted to court her.

Court her! Who the hell even talked like that?

Her lips felt dry and cracked, her skin itched under his intense, all-seeing scrutiny.

She needed to get out of here. She had to get away.

But her body was betraying her. Even now it was trying to get close again, like she’d developed some sort of chemical dependency to the smell of his after-shave.

And holy jeez, it smelled so freakin’ yummy. Just like she remembered. And truth be told, she hadn’t been able to forget, not one damn memory from the other night.

Maybe she’d been too sober.

Damn Caleb for taking her wine away. She should have gotten plastered, then she wouldn’t remember anything from that night.

But it was too late for sobriety regrets. Darren the dork was staring at her, waiting for a response.

She didn’t know what to do. Panic rose up in her as her brain and her body went into full-blown war over how to proceed. Her brain said run and her body said jump him.

Her body won. Despite her brain’s scream of protest, she closed the distance between them and leapt into his arms.

Fuck. She had zero self-control.

But God damn, he felt so good. Like, better-than-anything-she’d-ever-felt-before kind of good.

He responded instantly and insistently, his hands greedy as they moved over her, tangling in her messy hair and running over her back, her waist, pressing her to him with a passion that was so not in keeping with his quiet, staid demeanor.

Fuck, she loved that dichotomy. His mouth was hungry and insistent as his tongue slid into her mouth as if it belonged there.

The good guy/passionate lover combo was heady—like she’d found her very own Clark Kent. Mild-mannered finance guy by day, and sexy stud lover by night.

As if to prove her point, his hands moved down and he cupped her ass, lifting her slightly so her hips were pressed against his erection.

The breath whooshed out of her as need took over, making her desperate for more contact as she lifted her legs to wrap around him. He turned so her bottom rested on the table and she was better able to wrap herself around this man. But even then it wasn’t close enough.

She ran her hands through his short, perfectly groomed hair. He sucked on her lower lip and she gasped. God, he felt so good. It had to be pheromones, there was no other explanation for this level of chemistry with a man who was so not her type.

When his lips left hers to move to her neck, she tilted her head giving him access as her hands took the opportunity to explore his shoulder and neck, his upper back with its lean, sinewy muscles that rippled beneath her hands.

God, she’d missed this.

Wait, what? The thought made her freeze, her hands mid-stroke on his back.

Maybe he felt her still, because he pulled back slightly, his hands brushing back her hair so he could better see her expression.

His eyes were infinitely tender, his hands cupping her face as if it was something precious. Breakable and delicate, and something to be cherished.

She would have rolled her eyes at that stupid, romantic notion if she could gain enough control over her body. As if was, she was definitely not in control. Her body had gone completely rogue.

Shit.

This was not good.

Wasn’t it? Her body begged to disagree.

That was when it clicked. Her body and her brain came to an agreement, of sorts. Clearly her body wanted this man, so why shouldn’t she have him? He clearly had the hots for her too so it was a win-win. She could get him out of her system and then move on.

Plus, she could use this crazy passion between them to get him off this crazy courting idea. Truth be told, his insistence that he court her had sent her into a blind panic but now that alarmed feeling started to subside at this new thought.

Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and she licked her lips as she gathered her thoughts.

Yes, this could work. She once again felt back in control of the situation.

She grinned at Darren, who was still staring at her in that frighteningly intense way of his, like whatever she said next would make or break his world. She supposed he just had that air about him. Serious, sincere, earnest to a fault. It made her uncomfortable, but she could live with it for a little while.

“Sarah, are you okay?” he repeated.

She tried not to flinch at his use of her real name. No one had called her that in so long it sounded foreign. Sarah was the name of the girl she’d left behind when she went to college. But she didn’t need to rehash all that, not when her new lover was waiting for an answer.

She forced another smile. “I’m fine. Totally fine. I was just thinking….”

He leaned forward and claimed her lips in a quick, sweet kiss as if he couldn’t hold out any longer. He shook his head. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I think we should not stop,” she said, her hands moving over his chest and down to his flat abs as she spoke, loving the way his dark eyes darkened even further at her touch.

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded as her hands reached his belt buckle and started to unfasten it. For the first time since he’d arrived on her doorstep, shocking the hell out of her, she felt in control. This she could do. A quickie in her studio with a guy who was totally not right for her? This was definitely in her wheelhouse.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning forward so she could kiss his neck and get another whiff of his aftershave that made her dizzy with delight. “I think you should fuck me, right here and right now.”

His growl was so manly, so sexy, so…not like Darren, it made her grin against his neck.

His hands gripped her waist, moving her closer still so they were pressed against one another, her body melting into his. “So you’ll let me court you then?” he asked, his hands tugging on her hair gently so she was forced to look into his far-too-earnest eyes. “You’ll give us a shot?”

Panic was like a shot of adrenaline to her system and she shook her head quickly. Too quickly. “No. No. I mean…no.” She bit her tongue to keep from speaking again, afraid that all that would come out was another fierce denial.

He frowned down at her and she had the horrifying feeling that he saw straight through her. Worse, she was pretty sure he was laughing at her somewhere beneath that super serious gaze. “So what is it that you want then?”

She didn’t trust herself to speak. Instead, she let her body have free rein, showing him exactly what it was she wanted. Her hands deftly finished their task of undoing his belt and then his fly.

Despite his calm, gentlemanly demeanor, she heard his breath grow labored, felt his hard length beneath her hand. Yes. This. This was what she wanted.

Fun. Simple. Quick. No strings.

He dropped the conversation after that and she was free to lose herself in the feel of him taking over—God, she loved it when he took control. For a dorky finance guy, he was surprisingly sure of himself when it came to the sex department.

He handled her like a pro, his hands and mouth seeming to know what she wanted before she even knew it herself.

Like right now. He’d moved her hand aside and set to work pushing her ugly oversized smock out of the way. The skirt of her dress came next, shoved up and out of the way efficiently until he had her legs spread before him, moving back so he could see her.

She heard him draw in a long breath and when he exhaled, she could have sworn he uttered a prayer of devotion. She pulled him back to her, but he wasn’t done. Only her panties remained, and instead of tugging them off like she expected, he pushed them to the side, simultaneously slipping two fingers inside of her wet heat and making her jerk and cry out.

Her head fell back as his thumb found her clit and stroked.

She lost all sense of where she was and who she was with as his hands worked their magic and his lips found the spot on her neck that made her wild with wanting.

She clutched him to her, holding him close and panting his name. With her free hand she reached for him, trying to give him the same pleasure, but he moved out of her reach and clasped her hand in his so they were joined together, holding hands in a way that was surprisingly intimate as his other moved in and out of her as her hips arched and jerked trying to match his rhythm.

On the next thrust, she came hard and fast. He swallowed up her cry with his mouth and she collapsed against him, shaking as one last wave of pleasure swept through her.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, cuddled up against him as he smoothed her clothes back into place and then stroked her hair and back.

Too long, possibly. When she finally came to, she pulled back, slightly horrified at the realization that he hadn’t come. Not only had he not gotten his release, but he’d…he’d held her.

She shifted further back on the table and noticed with some shock that he was smiling. Not one of those rare, fleeting, smile gems, as she’d come to think of them. No, this was more like…a smirk.

Danger, Will Robinson.

The smirk irked her. But before she could call him on it, he was moving away from her, collecting his things. She frowned as she watched his back as he bent over to pick up her file, presumably to take it with him.

“Wait, don’t you want…” She swallowed. “I mean, you didn’t get—”

He gave her a quick reassuring smile over his shoulder. “I’m fine. I’ll be back tomorrow and we can continue with this, all right?” He held up the file.

She nodded. “Yeah, sure.” She didn’t even try to hide her confusion. What kind of guy just gave without taking? She didn’t like it. It made her feel like he had the upper hand somehow, but she wasn’t sure how.

That smirk hadn’t helped, either.

She shifted on the table, not sure if she wanted to go to him or keep her distance. Her original wariness around this guy was back with a vengeance. “So, um…we’re good, right?” she asked.

He gave her a politely questioning look, his brows hitched up on his forehead as he turned back to face her with his perfectly put together suit and his grown-up glasses.

She pursed her lips as she tried to figure out what he was up to. “We’re agreed, right?” she asked. “We’re just going to have some fun every once in a while.”

Now it was his turn to look confused, but he was not a very good actor. She could see that he was trying to hide his amusement and he wasn’t confused, not at all.

She hopped off the table, irritation making her voice harsher than intended. “You’re going to drop this whole courting idea, right? We’re agreed that this is not going to go anywhere.”

She said it as a statement but she waited to hear him agree. He gave her a grin—no, a smirk—before heading to the door. When he reached it, he turned to face her. “We’ll see.”