Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [64]
“I don’t think we need it,” Kelsey said with a sly grin.
“True,” he conceded with masculine vanity. “Still, you get my point. I worry about you. Kelsey, you’re appealing to people’s innermost passion. You’re their fantasy woman, their sexual dream come to life. There are a lot of men out there who won’t be able to separate Lady Love the character from you, my woman.”
“Your woman? Ooh, you sound so caveman. I like it, I like it,” she said, trying to change the subject and make him laugh. It didn’t work.
“Look, Lady Love makes me so hot I think I’m going to crawl out of my own skin,” he said. “But, baby, it bothers me knowing that a lot of other men in this city feel the same way.”
Kelsey sighed and tossed a load of her jeans into the dryer. Mitch was right next to her, leaning back against the washer, with his arms folded across his chest.
“But I come home to you,” she said. “The only one who makes Lady Love feel hot enough to crawl out of her skin is the man I’m looking at. And, my, you are certainly fine to look at, Mitch Wymore.”
Mitch saw the heat in her gaze as she ran her eyes over his body with the intensity of a touch. He’d come to recognize her physical responses, and knew by the way she bit her bottom lip that her mind was conjuring up a multitude of pleasures. Finding a few flooding his own mind, he forgot about her job.
Never taking his eyes from her, he reached behind his back and started the washing machine. She hadn’t put any clothes in it. Sudden understanding lit her face. Her lips curled into a sultry smile as he pulled her closer and let her feel his body’s hot reaction to her.
“What is it with you and basements?” she asked breathily.
He answered by slowly lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. The cold air didn’t deter him in the least; in fact, it exhilarated him. Almost as much as she did.
She ran her fingertips from the top of one shoulder down across his chest and stomach to the waistband of his pants. He let her undress him, closing his eyes and stifling a groan as she slowly pushed his jeans down with her flat palms.
When he moved to unbutton her blouse, she took a step back with a seductive smile. Never saying a word, she slowly stripped her clothes off, piece by piece. He watched her every movement, building the desire and heat by touching her with nothing but his eyes.
Finally he reached out one hand and curled it around her naked hip. He pulled her against him. Trailing kisses on her jaw, he licked the side of her neck, then scraped his teeth on her earlobe. She shivered in his arms. He knew it wasn’t from the cold. She pressed hard against him, silently demanding what she wanted.
“Spin or rinse?” he whispered, then couldn’t form another thought.
THE NEXT EVENING Kelsey sat in an office she used at the station, reviewing some notes. Night Whispers was doing very well—the ratings proved it. She was going to try to make sure it stayed that way.
“I hear you got some flowers today,” Brian said as he entered the office, “from your knight.”
Kelsey bit her lip, not wanting to get into another discussion with Brian about her secret admirer. But the man knew everything that happened around the station. No way would the delivery of a dozen red roses escape his notice.
“Yeah. They were delivered this afternoon.”
“And you still think this person is just doing a little harmless letter writing? Sounds to me like he’s getting a little more serious. What does Mitch think about it?”
Kelsey bit the corner of her lip and averted her eyes, saying, “He doesn’t exactly know.”
“Not exactly? What, exactly, have you told him?”
Kelsey defiantly replied, “None of it.”
Seeing he was about to argue with her, she held up her hands to stop him. “Look, Brian, Mitch isn’t thrilled about Night Whispers as it is. He’s concerned about me enough and I certainly don’t want to give him any more reason to worry.”
“You’re an idiot.”
She scowled at him.
“I mean it,” Brian said, not letting