7 Minutes in Heaven (Are You Game?) by Rhian Cahill Page A

had he not noticed them before? The urge to kiss them—lick them—pierced him and he leaned forward and took a step before he stopped himself.
    She breezed past, a light fragrance that reminded him of sunshine and rain trailing in her wake. He drew in a deep breath, sucked in as much as he could before the enticing smell vanished. Like a dog on the scent of a bone, he followed her. It wasn’t until she looked at him, eyebrow raised, that he realised he’d been so mesmerised by her that he’d walked into the wrong aisle. Shrugging, he turned around and headed for the end row to put away the last box of equipment.
    He took a moment to clear his head before he went back to Cassie. She’d already pulled three large plastic tubs from shelves when he returned. The rainbow of colours showing through the sides made him stop. Closer inspection confirmed his fears. Beads. Hundreds of beads. He’d been here before. The one and only time he’d babysat his nieces overnight they’d been eight and ten, and they’d insisted he help them make their mum and grandma jewellery. Luc’s palms began to sweat as he thought about those tiny things and the even tinier elastic he was supposed to thread them on.
    “Please tell me you don’t expect me to help make those—” he waved a hand at the box, “—things.”
    Cassie burst out laughing.
    Luc narrowed his eyes and stepped towards her.
    “Oh my God.” She spoke between giggles. “The look on your face.” More laughter followed.
    He failed to share her amusement. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for her to regain her composure. Only she didn’t seem to be calming down. Every time she glanced at him she sank further into the hilarity he didn’t see. With a growl, he lunged forward, grabbed her head and held her still so he could silence her the only way he could think of.
    Her breath whooshed out as his mouth connected with hers. He drove his tongue between her parted lips and plundered. She froze against him and he was on the verge of pulling away when she tunnelled her fingers through his hair and yanked him closer. The kiss exploded. Luc backed her up until she met the rack behind her. His body ached to feel hers, but his height made it impossible to get close enough to satisfy the need. Tearing his mouth from hers, he gasped for air as he moved his hands to her waist.
    “Wrap your legs around me.” His demand was spoken on a ragged breath as he picked her up.
    She didn’t hesitate. Her slender limbs surrounded him, her thighs squeezing tight when she hooked her ankles at his lower back.
    Face-to-face, their gazes locked and Luc watched as Cassie’s pupils dilated until only a thin rim of brown remained. He wanted to dispense with their clothes. Wanted to feel her skin on his. Tugging at her shirt, he slipped his hands underneath the soft fabric and palmed her back. Heated silk moved against his fingertips and he groaned, closing his eyes as he absorbed the pure joy of touching Cassie.
    “Lucas.” She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers in.
    He opened his eyes. Saw the raging fever he felt sweeping through both of them flash through her gaze. “God, I want you.”
    Her eyes widened, her hips flexing as her thighs clenched around him. Heat exploded where her sex was pressed against him. Did she like sex talk?
    Luc leaned forward, nipped her lower lip before whispering, “I want to strip you bare. Drag every piece of clothing from your body and take you hard and fast.”
    She gasped into his mouth and he licked his tongue out to taste her.
    “And when I’m done, I’m gonna start all over again. Only this time I’ll go slow. I’ll touch—taste—every inch of you before I drive my cock deep in your pussy.”
    “Oh God.” She rocked her hips against him. Her sex rubbed on his straining flesh, their clothes doing nothing to mask the heat they generated.
    He thrust forward, driving them both out of their minds and closer to release. Their breaths