Forged Of Steele Bundle Part 8

She tried not to stare at him like a love-struck teenager, but found she was helpless in doing so. Chance Steele wasn't just any man. He was the one man who had started her blood circulating again in some very intimate places. He was definitely a man who was the very epitome of everything male.

"Hi," she said, deciding to break the silence when they just stood there staring at each other.

"Hi." He then glanced around. "You're not busy."

"No, the lunch crowd has come and gone."

"Oh. Would you like to go out?"

She raised a brow. "Out where?"

"To lunch."

Surprise flickered in the depths of Kylie's dark eyes. "To lunch?"

"Yes," he said, giving her a smile that made her stomach clench. "Would you go to lunch with me?"

"Why? Do we need to talk about the kids again?"

"No."

That single word sent her mind into a spin. He wanted to take her out but not to talk about the kids. Then what on earth would they talk about?

Chance must have seen the question in her eyes because he said, "I discovered something very important yesterday at the cafe, Kylie."

"What?"

"I enjoyed your company a lot. A whole lot." Then as an afterthought, he added, "I don't date often."

His confession was the same as Tiffany had said that very morning. Although she knew it probably wasn't good manners, Kylie couldn't help asking, "Why?"

He shrugged. "For a number of reasons but I can probably sum it up in one rationale."

"Which is?"

"Lack of interest."

Kylie knew all about lack of interest. She'd been dealing with it for over fifteen years. She hadn't wanted the drama of getting into a hot and heavy relations.h.i.+p with someone, nor had she wanted to expose Tiffany to the drama, either. "Oh, I see."

"Do you?"

Nervously, Kylie stared down at her hands, confused by a lot of questions, the main one being why she was more attracted to Chance than any other man. She lifted her head. "Then maybe I don't see after all."

Her heart began racing when he started crossing the room. When he came to a stop directly in front of her, he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "In that case, for us to go to lunch together is a rather good idea."

She was warmed by his touch. "Why would you think that?"

"Because it would make things easier for us on Sunday if we were honest with ourselves about a few things now."

Kylie's eyes clung to his, knowing he was right. There was no need to play dumb. There was something happening between them that she didn't need or want, but it was happening anyway. And they needed to get it out in the open, talk about it and put a stop to it before it went any further. How could they help their kids battle l.u.s.t when they'd found themselves in the same boat?

She drew in a deep breath. "All right, if you'll give me a second, I need to close up and put the Out to Lunch sign on the door."

He nodded. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

Chance stood to the side while Kylie went about closing her shop. His eyes roamed over her with more than mild intensity. For some reason, today she looked even younger than she had the other days. She was wearing shorts and a top again, and he thought her legs were just as shapely as he remembered and her body just as curvy.

He couldn't help the desire that quickly escalated to extreme hunger and hit him in the gut. For one intense moment, he felt a burning desire to walk across the room and take her mouth with his. The need to taste her was driving him insane.

"I'm ready."

He blinked, realizing she had spoken. He inhaled a calming breath and fought for composure. He was ready, too, but doubted they were ready for the same thing.

"One of these days I'll take you to a place that serves something other than hamburgers and fries."

Kylie smiled as he led the way to their table. To save time they had decided to grab a quick lunch at Burger King. "I don't mind," she said, as b.u.t.terflies began floating around in her stomach. Did he realize he'd just insinuated that he would be taking her out again?

"It's not too crowded," he said, pulling the chair out for her.

"No, I guess the lunch crowd has come and gone."

"Which is fine with me. Before I go order, I think I need to do this." He pulled off his tie and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket. Then he reached for the top of his s.h.i.+rt and worked a couple of b.u.t.tons through the holes. "I'm a little too overdressed for this place."

Kylie watched as he walked off toward the counter, thinking that an overdressed Chance was the last thing on her mind. Thoughts of an undressed Chance seemed to be cemented into her brain. In a suit it he looked handsome, professional and suave. And she would bet that even in a pair of jeans and a s.h.i.+rt he would look rugged and s.e.xy. She didn't want to think about how he would look without any clothes on at all. But she had, several times, day and night, and that wasn't good.

It didn't take long for him to return and they began digging into their food. It was only when they were halfway through their meal that Chance spoke. He leaned in close, smiled and said, "I was wondering about something."

"What?"

"Since we've a.s.signed ourselves the task of monitoring our kids' behavior, to make sure they stay out of trouble, whom should we a.s.sign to do the same thing for us?"

Chapter 4.

That was a good question, Kylie thought as she held Chance's gaze from across the table. Who would make sure the two of them stayed out of trouble?

The smile on Chance's lips matched the one in his eyes. Still, she knew that, like her, Chance realized this was a serious discussion. A part of her wished she could forget that he was Marcus's father and that they'd met because of their children. But she couldn't forget, even while her attention focused on nothing but the shape of his mouth. It taunted her to lean in and cop a taste.

She drew in a deep breath, trying to regain control, and got a sniff of his cologne. The manly scent of him was unnerving, totally s.e.xy.

"Don't look at me like that, Kylie."

She blinked and saw more than a bare hint of challenge in his eyes. She didn't have to wonder just how she'd been looking at him. The throb between her legs told the whole story and then some. It was a deep ache and it was all she could do from asking him to relieve her of her pain.

She was astounded with her lack of strength where Chance was concerned and wished she could ignore how he made her feel, dismiss the longings he stirred inside of her. But at the moment she couldn't. At least not while her heart was beating a mile a minute and the heat was taking her body to an intolerable degree.

Regardless, she knew she had to fight temptation and take control. She wasn't a l.u.s.tful teenager. She was a grown woman of thirty-one. A woman with a teenage daughter she should be concerned about. Tiffany was important. Tiffany was the only thing that mattered.

With all the strength she could muster, she broke eye contact and busied herself with pulling napkins out of the holder. "I don't want this, Chance," she said, knowing he knew full well what she meant.

He nodded. "To be honest with you, I don't want it, either, Kylie. So tell me how we can stop it."

She shrugged. It wasn't as if she had any answers. She was definitely lurking in uncharted territory. The only thing she knew was that around him she had the tendency to feel things she'd never felt before. No man had ever made her breathless, excited and hot. When it came to the opposite s.e.x, she felt just as inexperienced as her daughter. Oh, sure, she'd engaged in s.e.x before, and at the time she'd thought it was pretty good, once she'd gotten beyond the pain. But Sam had been just as young and inexperienced as she had been, and she figured what she'd always thought of as satisfaction was nothing more than an appeas.e.m.e.nt of her curiosity and the elation of finally reaching womanhood at the hands of someone she thought she loved.

But she wanted more than that for Tiffany. More than teenage l.u.s.t eroding what could be a wonderful experience with the man she married. That was the reason she was sitting here, a little past one, with the s.e.xiest man alive. It wasn't about them. It was about their children. They needed to realize that and get back on track.

"I think the first thing we should do is to remember the reason we're here in the first place. You have a business to run and so do I, but our kids take top priority. Nothing else. My wants and needs have always come second to my daughter's and things will continue to be that way, Chance."

She paused briefly before she continued. "It's going to take the two of us working together to keep things from going crazy between Tiffany and Marcus. s.h.i.+fting our concentration from them to us will not only make us lose focus, but will have us making some of the same mistakes they'd be making."

"So, you're suggesting that we pretend we don't have urges and that we aren't attracted to each other? You think it will be that easy?" he asked.

The frustration in his tone matched her own feelings. "No, it won't be easy, Chance. To be quite honest with you, it will probably be the hardest thing I've had to do in fifteen years."

She thought about the men in her past who had shown interest in her and how she'd sent them away without a moment's hesitation. There had been that new guy at work who tried hitting on her several times; then there was that guy who worked at the post office who had enjoyed flirting with her. Not to mention that handsome man at the grocery store who gave her that "I want to get to know you" smile. But none of them had piqued her interest like Chance had. None of them had offered any temptation. Chance was too incredibly s.e.xy for his own good. Even worse, he was a pretty nice guy.

"We have to keep our heads," she said. "Or the kids will take advantage without us realizing it." Kylie hoped-prayed-that he wouldn't give her any ha.s.sles. They needed to be in accord. They needed to be a team with one focus.

He leaned over the table, closer to her. "I know you're right but..."

She lifted an arched brow. "But what?"

"At this very moment, the only thing I want is to kiss you."

His blatant honesty, as well as the heat of his gaze, burned her. She could actually feel the flame. His softly uttered words only intensified the throbbing between her legs, and made fiery sensations rip through her stomach. It wouldn't take much for her to lean in to him and mesh her lips with his, satisfy at least one craving they evidently both had. And without any control, her body began doing just that, leaning closer...

They jumped apart at the sound of a car backfiring. Kylie's eyes widened and her cheeks tinted with embarra.s.sment. They were sitting in the middle of Burger King thinking of sharing a kiss, for heaven's sake!

"Are you ready to go?" Chance asked.

Kylie drew in a deep breath. Yes, she was ready. The sooner she got back to the shop the better. There, she could regain her sensibilities, take back control of her mind. No doubt Chance had more experience dealing with this sort of thing than she did. Regardless, she knew she couldn't depend on him to keep things in perspective. An affair with Chance was the last thing she wanted. No matter what, she had to remember that.

"Thanks for lunch, Chance," Kylie said to him as he backed out of Burger King's parking lot.

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it."

For the next few minutes they shared pleasant conversation in which he told her about his parents retiring to Florida and about his three brothers and three female cousins. It wasn't hard to tell that the Steele family was close.

"So how is your flower business?"

She appreciated him asking. It was a good idea to stick to general conversation. "So far business is good. Before moving here I did my research, made sure adding another florist wasn't overcrowding the market."

"You have a good location since it's an area ripe for development."

"Yes, and I owe it all to Lena. She put her real estate skills to work and gave me a call one day. It was just what I was looking for, exactly what I needed. I grow a lot of my own plants in the greenhouse out back. Those I don't grow I get from a pretty good supplier."

She paused briefly as he glanced over at her. He hadn't put back on his jacket or tie, which made her wonder if he planned to go back to the office or just chill the rest of the day. She scolded herself when she realized what Chance did was really none of her business.

"If you don't mind, I need to make a stop. It won't take but a couple of minutes. I promise to get you back to your shop before two."

"All right."

She blinked seconds later when he pulled up to a car wash. She thought his SUV looked pretty clean. It was definitely in better condition than her car.

"I have those pesky bugs on my fender," Chance said, as he eased his truck into the bay.

The automatic equipment began moving around the truck, blasting water over it and hiding them from the outside world in a coc.o.o.n-like waterfall. The insides of the truck suddenly got dark, intimate, warm.

She didn't want to but she couldn't help but glance over at Chance. Seeing the seductive look in his eyes, she knew this was no coincidence. Coming here had been deliberate on his part.

"This is the first time I've done this. I've never brought a woman with me to get my truck washed," he said in a husky voice. "But I want to kiss you, Kylie."

Kylie swallowed at the pa.s.sion she heard in his voice. She hated admitting it but she wanted to kiss him as well. But still...

"Chance, I thought we decided that-"

"Please." His tone vibrated with a need that touched her when she knew it shouldn't. "Ten minutes is all I ask."

Kylie blinked. Ten minutes? A car wash took that long? Ten minutes? A car wash took that long? As if reading the question in her eyes, he said, "I'm getting a heavy-duty wash." As if reading the question in her eyes, he said, "I'm getting a heavy-duty wash."

"Oh." Still, she'd never been kissed for ten minutes.

"Come here, Kylie. Please."

The knot in her throat thickened. She knew he wanted her to slide over to him, and heaven help her but she wanted it, too. Without stopping to question the wisdom of her actions, she unsnapped her seat belt and scooted toward him. When she got close enough he pushed back the seat and pulled her into his lap. His arms automatically closed around her shoulders as he held her in a warm embrace.

"Thank you," he said huskily, before sweeping his tongue across her lips and taking her mouth, hungrily, thoroughly. The first touch of his mouth on hers had her automatically parting her lips. And now with the insertion of his tongue, he brought out a responsive need in her so deep, she began to intimately stroke his tongue with hers.

She had never been kissed this way, had never known that such a way was possible. But it was clear as gla.s.s that Chance had a special, skillful technique. His tongue was stroking the top of her mouth, sliding over her teeth, entwining his tongue with hers, sucking relentlessly on it.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pressing against his chest, felt full, sensitive and tight. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck as they greedily consumed each other. She tasted every inch of his mouth while pressed against him, feeling the way his body had hardened beneath her bottom.

The kiss went on and on as his mouth continued to take hers, skillfully, thoroughly, tantalizing every bone in her body and making her conscious of just what a master he was at igniting sensations.

And they were ignited-by sensations she had never felt before. She was experiencing the emotions of a woman and not a sixteen-year-old girl. In reality, this was her first taste of pa.s.sion and Chance was delivering it in grand style.