Oh, s**t.
Milly closed her eyes and bit her lip, more to stop her physical reaction to him than to further engage in it. Breathing hard, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
He was studying her now, but the obvious lust in his eyes was undeniable.
He wanted her.
There. In the dark.
Warm and soft against him.
His manhood strained hard in his jeans as he stared at her parted lips. When she licked them unconsciously he lost the little control he had left and lowered his head to claim her mouth.
'Ringgg!'
Saved by the bell.
Or rather, the phone in his pocket rang and vibrated at the same time, interrupting him just a hair-width away from her lips.
Laurence paused but didn't let her go.
Not just yet.
Instead, he pulled the phone out and pressed answer, Amelia still in his arms. But
