You are viewing this site in an old browser or Internet Explorer compatiblity mode.
You can continue to use our site but it may not work properly or display correctly.
add to basket
Successfully added to your bag
SUBMIT

Hands On

Written by Clare Connelly

Chapter Eight

“WHERE DO YOU LIVE?”

His question pulls me out of my reverie. I have been staring at London as we pass its sights, seeing the lights without taking note of where we are. As we cross through Hyde Park, I turn to face Jack. Martins, Jack’s most senior driver, meets my eyes in the rear-vision mirror.

“Hampstead,” I murmur.

“Really?” Jack’s interest is piqued.

Jack’s interest is dangerous.

Oh, not because I don’t want it, but because a fully stocked fireplace sits between us, and each spark of his interest strikes a match to tinder. It will not burn gently if we let it catch fire.

I resolutely turn and look out the window.

“Yes.”

Silence sits around us.

“Since when?”

My lips curve into a smile. “How do you know I haven’t always lived there?”

“You had your address on your résumé,” he points out logically.

“Then you should already have it.”

He pulls a face. “I don’t remember every detail about you, believe it or not. But I would have noticed if it was around the corner from me.”

My heart thumps. Stupid, stupid me to think he’d paid attention to something as trivial as my address.

“I bought a place near you. Near the office,” I correct hastily. Not him. Nothing about this has anything to do with Jack, personally.

“Why?”

Is that fear in his voice? Is the idea of my commitment something he doesn’t like? Strange—most employers would welcome the obvious dedication. “Given the hours I work, it makes sense.”

I hear his fingertips running over his stubbled jaw. It’s not particularly noisy, but I am singularly attuned to every movement of Jack’s. Over the last few months I have begun to decode him. I understand what his gestures mean. His fingers running through his hair—deep in thought. Palm across his jaw—questioning what I’ve said, looking for deeper meaning. A smile that doesn’t reach his eyes—thinking of Lucy. Eyes that drop to my lips—thinking of me.

“I would have arranged a driver for you,” he said softly. “To take you home at any time. To save you the hassle.”

“I like the house,” I say with a shrug. “It’s a good investment.”

More jaw-rubbing. More thinking. I turn to look at him and his eyes drop to my mouth. My stomach twists. The back of the limousine is dark, but Martins is right there. And yet, I wonder.

I wonder for a moment what Jack would do if I reached my fingers across the empty seat between us and touched his knee. If I stroked my touch higher, to his inner thigh, and then lower…

My mouth is parched. I swallow to try to bring moisture back to it; it doesn’t work. My eyes cling to his; he stares at my lips.

I am lost.

“Where is it?”

“Near the school,” I murmur, the words slightly croaky in the face of the desire that is suffocating me with its intensity.

“So close.” His eyes flash with something that I do not recognize—an emotion I cannot fathom. It is new, but I know him well enough to know I should be worried about it.

“You’ll have to invite me over sometime. For a house-warming.”

I nod, but I’m pretty sure we both know I never will.

One of us has to remember the fire that sits expectantly between us. One of us has to maintain the sparks, for risk of ignition.

And I think it’s going to have to be me.

Like this? Why not share it

About the author



Read more
Clare Connelly

Discover more free stories

View all

The Sheikh’s Christmas Proposal

Written by Abby Green

Enthralled by the Sheikh’s touch!

Six months into their passionate affair, Riad’s and Cassidy’s raging desire for each other shows no signs of burning out. But Cassidy needs more than their intense but temporary relationship—it’s all Riad will ever offer her. Yet when Cassidy decides enough is enough, she finds herself drawn beyond the billionaire’s bed into a part of his life no woman has been allowed to enter. Can Riad finally accept that Cassidy is the only woman he just cannot let go?

Copyright © 2017 by Abby Green

The Navy SEAL Affair

Written by Carol Ericson

She wanted danger. She found it.

And this hotshot SEAL is her only hope…

Brainiac CIA agent Lauren Woods wanted to prove she could be sexy and spontaneous. For one glorious evening, she was—until her "encounter" with a mysterious billionaire compromises her cover. Now there's a very incriminating tape out there, and Lauren needs help. The only person she can trust with the truth is the last man she wants knowing about it… gorgeous playboy and Navy SEAL, Shane West.

Only the tape is just the beginning. Lauren's moment of recklessness is part of a plan filled with lies, deceit, and death. With her dangerous seducer cleaning up his tracks, Lauren and Shane can only rely on their wits and instincts to stay alive. They don't have back-up. They don't have help. All they can do is stay one step ahead… and hope that the red-hot attraction blazing between them isn't the last thing they feel.

Copyright © 2017 by Carol Ericson

statushh