response,” she said, pinning him with a look of disgust. “Not that it’s any of your business, but you’re not ‘one among legions,’ as you so charmingly put it.” The way he said it conjured up an image of her lying naked and spread-eagled on her bed, pushing a guy off her even as she yelled, “Next.”
Is that what he thought of her? So what if he did. She didn’t give a crap.
“How many?” he said tightly, taking a big gulp of his vodka tonic as though bracing himself.
“Total? Or just this week?” A frisson of unease trickled through her veins as she met his icy green glare. His question didn’t deserve an answer, yet she heard herself say, “More than can be counted on one hand, but fewer than can be counted on both.” She took a hearty sip of cabernet and waited for his reaction.
“Total, or just this week?” he mocked.
“What about you?” she shot back. “Big stud like you, I’m sure you’ve had your share of tail. If I recall correctly, all four of you Donovan boys were notorious along the north shore.” Their little town was right outside Lake Tahoe, near some of the best skiing and mountain sports in the country. As such, there was always a steady inflow of tourists, and Kit could feel her smile harden as she remembered all the stories she’d heard about Jake and some ski bunny or other.
A dark flush stained his cheekbones, evident even in the dim light of the bar.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said, telling herself she couldn’t care less about Jake’s lovers that came before or after her.
So why did the thought of him with another woman cause the wine to curdle in her gut?
Chalking it up to drinking on an empty stomach, Kit firmly reminded herself of her purpose. Taunting Jake about his sexual past and luring him into a combative conversation about sexual double standards was not going to help her write her columns.
Luckily he seemed equally eager to change the conversation’s course. But not in the direction she would have liked. “So do you want to find love, Kit?”
Maybe I already have. The thought barely had time to register before she thrust it away. They had to get off this track, fast, before she said something she really regretted. Turning to face him, she set her wineglass on the table and slid her palm slowly up his thigh. Steely muscles jumped through the fabric, the heat of his skin coursing through her fingers. “Not tonight,” she whispered. “Tonight I’ll settle for good, old-fashioned lust.”
The distraction was effective—for both of them. A hot pulse of said lust surged between her legs as Jake pulled her face close for a greedy, tongue-thrusting kiss. One hand traced the bare skin of her calf, up over her thigh, traveling upward to squeeze the curve of her ass in his big, broad palm.
For several minutes they made out on the couch like two crazed teenagers in the back of a bus. It was only as Kit’s hand trailed down his abs toward his waistband that Jake seemed to come to his senses.
Lucky for her, since she’d been about to get them both arrested for lewd conduct.
Grabbing her briefcase in one hand and her in the other, Jake steered her out onto the street. The cold air brought her partially back to her senses. Even at this relatively late hour, this part of the city was crowded with the shoppers and diners that frequented San Francisco’s Union Square neighborhood.
Kit cursed. They needed a cab, now. She barely recognized the sex-crazed woman who seemed to take over her body whenever Jake so much as laid a finger on her, but if she didn’t get him inside her, and soon, her entire body was going to burst into flame.
Jake tugged at her arm, hurrying her along. She prayed his hotel was close.
Apparently Jake had another destination in mind. After a block or so, he yanked her into an alley between two buildings, dropped her briefcase, and unceremoniously pinned her up against a cold brick wall.
His mouth met hers with
Is that what he thought of her? So what if he did. She didn’t give a crap.
“How many?” he said tightly, taking a big gulp of his vodka tonic as though bracing himself.
“Total? Or just this week?” A frisson of unease trickled through her veins as she met his icy green glare. His question didn’t deserve an answer, yet she heard herself say, “More than can be counted on one hand, but fewer than can be counted on both.” She took a hearty sip of cabernet and waited for his reaction.
“Total, or just this week?” he mocked.
“What about you?” she shot back. “Big stud like you, I’m sure you’ve had your share of tail. If I recall correctly, all four of you Donovan boys were notorious along the north shore.” Their little town was right outside Lake Tahoe, near some of the best skiing and mountain sports in the country. As such, there was always a steady inflow of tourists, and Kit could feel her smile harden as she remembered all the stories she’d heard about Jake and some ski bunny or other.
A dark flush stained his cheekbones, evident even in the dim light of the bar.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said, telling herself she couldn’t care less about Jake’s lovers that came before or after her.
So why did the thought of him with another woman cause the wine to curdle in her gut?
Chalking it up to drinking on an empty stomach, Kit firmly reminded herself of her purpose. Taunting Jake about his sexual past and luring him into a combative conversation about sexual double standards was not going to help her write her columns.
Luckily he seemed equally eager to change the conversation’s course. But not in the direction she would have liked. “So do you want to find love, Kit?”
Maybe I already have. The thought barely had time to register before she thrust it away. They had to get off this track, fast, before she said something she really regretted. Turning to face him, she set her wineglass on the table and slid her palm slowly up his thigh. Steely muscles jumped through the fabric, the heat of his skin coursing through her fingers. “Not tonight,” she whispered. “Tonight I’ll settle for good, old-fashioned lust.”
The distraction was effective—for both of them. A hot pulse of said lust surged between her legs as Jake pulled her face close for a greedy, tongue-thrusting kiss. One hand traced the bare skin of her calf, up over her thigh, traveling upward to squeeze the curve of her ass in his big, broad palm.
For several minutes they made out on the couch like two crazed teenagers in the back of a bus. It was only as Kit’s hand trailed down his abs toward his waistband that Jake seemed to come to his senses.
Lucky for her, since she’d been about to get them both arrested for lewd conduct.
Grabbing her briefcase in one hand and her in the other, Jake steered her out onto the street. The cold air brought her partially back to her senses. Even at this relatively late hour, this part of the city was crowded with the shoppers and diners that frequented San Francisco’s Union Square neighborhood.
Kit cursed. They needed a cab, now. She barely recognized the sex-crazed woman who seemed to take over her body whenever Jake so much as laid a finger on her, but if she didn’t get him inside her, and soon, her entire body was going to burst into flame.
Jake tugged at her arm, hurrying her along. She prayed his hotel was close.
Apparently Jake had another destination in mind. After a block or so, he yanked her into an alley between two buildings, dropped her briefcase, and unceremoniously pinned her up against a cold brick wall.
His mouth met hers with
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