And then Sean had his answer. They both needed what the other had to give. “Do you still think you can handle this weekend? I can’t promise it’ll be stress free. But if you’re up to it, I’ll even put you in charge of distracting the other guests while I do some in-depth searching of the premises.”
She perked up another notch. “You’d give me an assignment?”
He glanced across the car at her. She was quite pretty when she smiled like that. “If you’re up to it. I don’t really have time to find someone else,” he added honestly.
Now she sat straight up. “I can do it. I have all my meds in my purse in case I have a reaction. I want to help.”
Sean hoped he wasn’t making a mistake here. He promised himself to keep a very careful eye on her. He promised to remember her concerns about her father. But there was something strangely seductive about granting Caitlin McCormick her wish. Something that coursed through his veins just as powerfully as his sexual attraction to her did.
“All right, then, Agent 99, prepare yourself for a weekend of adventure.” He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
At last he felt like smiling. “Because you haven’t really finished dressing inside a sports car yet.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed with color before she scooted around in her seat and offered him her back.
He squinted assessingly. He’d never really thought too much about the type of woman he liked. But right here and now he decided that tall was the way to go. The black dress opened in a V, revealing a long stretch of lightly tanned skin. The pink bra strap halfway up wasn’t a barrier, but a reminder of the small, pert breasts that graced the other side of her wonderful body. He found the tongue of the zipper and slid it slowly up her back, wishing he could put his tongue there instead.
Maybe before the weekend was over…
When his fingers brushed against her nape, she shivered. He shivered, too. But cold was definitely not the sensation he was feeling.
Fully dressed, Caitlin settled back into her seat and turned those dove-gray eyes on him. He discreetly pulled his hand away before giving in to the urge to touch her again.
“I suppose we’ll need to practice that kissing and cuddling part you mentioned. So I don’t get goose bumps every time you touch me.”
Her invitation was the best birthday present he could have hoped for after what had started out as a rotten, frustrating day.
“The goose bumps are a nice effect.” Instead of driving as fast as he legally could, Sean was suddenly looking forward to their next stop. “But I’d be willing to put in some practice time.”
After too many weeks of all work, it was high time this birthday boy enjoyed a little play.
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