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Know when to walk away… She lifted her chin. “Do you agree to these terms?”
“Not really. But I’d like to add one more condition.”
Wait, what? She felt more vulnerable than when her robe was wide open.
“A wild card, if you will. I’ll play your game for now. But, when you finally admit that you like me, you know, like that , I get two more days. Outside of Vegas. Location, my choice.”
“I don’t like you like that , Jack.”
“That’s what you say now. I don’t think either one of us believes it though.”
Know when to run…
Shit. He’d just called her bluff. “Maybe this was a bad idea. We should stick with the original plan. You sleep on the floor and…”
“Push me away all you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
He started to back out of the bathroom. His line of vision shifted from her body to her eyes. “Next time, make sure this door is locked if you don’t want me to come in.”
Kamaria took a deep breath. Her resolve to not be tempted by this man was completely gone now. She crossed her arms just beneath her breasts, propping them up. “What makes you think I didn’t want you? To come in, that is.”
“From what I know of you so far, you’re a no bullshit woman. If you want something, you say it.” He shortened the distance between them in a few steps. “Do you want me, Kamaria?” Jack grabbed her wrist. His fingers began stroking the sensitive flesh just beneath the padding of her thumb. He closed his eyes. “Should I assume that silence implies agreement?”
For a woman who made her living with words, she was shocked to find herself rendered speechless.
When she didn’t reply, he said, “Do you really want this to end before it’s begun?”
“No, I—”
His mouth swooped down to claim hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and she quickly forgot her smart-ass retort as his hands flicked the terrycloth away, then encircled her waist. He yanked her hips flush against his thigh, then walked her back against the steam-slicked tile wall. Sweat beaded on her brow. He had the unobstructed access to go further, but held back. He was waiting for her. She lifted her hands from his shoulders, her fingers frozen with indecision. She should swat his hands away. But she wanted … So much for her plan of a cool and collected approach.
Her fingertips stroked the neatly trimmed whiskers of his beard. Oh, that beard. She shuddered as she remembered the scruffy feel of those whiskers against her sensitive inner thighs as he had nuzzled her intimately.
She had to be stronger than this…
With a sigh, she reached back and moved his hand lower. She could figure out how to be strong later. He groaned against her mouth, kissing her deeper. Yes. Yes . God, he took her to that mindless place. His hands streaked along her skin, massaging, exciting, enticing.
His lips were soft but persistent, his tongue doing things in her mouth that made her body hungry for so much more. Then his hands came up and framed her cheeks. His hands were large enough to cup her entire face. He kissed her tenderly, gently, with so much affection it made entirely different emotions boil up from deep within.
In the end, he backed away. He stepped back and let out a deep breath. “Get dressed, Kamaria.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m competitive by nature. You don’t get to win that easily.”
“But…”
“You have no problem putting everything on the line for some cards.” Her robe had fallen open again. Jack pulled the two lapels together. “Why won’t you take that same risk with me?”
“Careful, Jack, this is supposed to be sex only. Why not take advantage of the situation? Most men would.”
One side of his handsome mouth curved upward. “Now we both know I’m not like most men.”
“We agreed no emotions involved.”
“Ah, yes, your rules. For a game neither of us truly intended to play.” He knelt down, deftly retrieved her pouch of hair products and handed it up to her. “Just let me
“Not really. But I’d like to add one more condition.”
Wait, what? She felt more vulnerable than when her robe was wide open.
“A wild card, if you will. I’ll play your game for now. But, when you finally admit that you like me, you know, like that , I get two more days. Outside of Vegas. Location, my choice.”
“I don’t like you like that , Jack.”
“That’s what you say now. I don’t think either one of us believes it though.”
Know when to run…
Shit. He’d just called her bluff. “Maybe this was a bad idea. We should stick with the original plan. You sleep on the floor and…”
“Push me away all you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
He started to back out of the bathroom. His line of vision shifted from her body to her eyes. “Next time, make sure this door is locked if you don’t want me to come in.”
Kamaria took a deep breath. Her resolve to not be tempted by this man was completely gone now. She crossed her arms just beneath her breasts, propping them up. “What makes you think I didn’t want you? To come in, that is.”
“From what I know of you so far, you’re a no bullshit woman. If you want something, you say it.” He shortened the distance between them in a few steps. “Do you want me, Kamaria?” Jack grabbed her wrist. His fingers began stroking the sensitive flesh just beneath the padding of her thumb. He closed his eyes. “Should I assume that silence implies agreement?”
For a woman who made her living with words, she was shocked to find herself rendered speechless.
When she didn’t reply, he said, “Do you really want this to end before it’s begun?”
“No, I—”
His mouth swooped down to claim hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and she quickly forgot her smart-ass retort as his hands flicked the terrycloth away, then encircled her waist. He yanked her hips flush against his thigh, then walked her back against the steam-slicked tile wall. Sweat beaded on her brow. He had the unobstructed access to go further, but held back. He was waiting for her. She lifted her hands from his shoulders, her fingers frozen with indecision. She should swat his hands away. But she wanted … So much for her plan of a cool and collected approach.
Her fingertips stroked the neatly trimmed whiskers of his beard. Oh, that beard. She shuddered as she remembered the scruffy feel of those whiskers against her sensitive inner thighs as he had nuzzled her intimately.
She had to be stronger than this…
With a sigh, she reached back and moved his hand lower. She could figure out how to be strong later. He groaned against her mouth, kissing her deeper. Yes. Yes . God, he took her to that mindless place. His hands streaked along her skin, massaging, exciting, enticing.
His lips were soft but persistent, his tongue doing things in her mouth that made her body hungry for so much more. Then his hands came up and framed her cheeks. His hands were large enough to cup her entire face. He kissed her tenderly, gently, with so much affection it made entirely different emotions boil up from deep within.
In the end, he backed away. He stepped back and let out a deep breath. “Get dressed, Kamaria.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m competitive by nature. You don’t get to win that easily.”
“But…”
“You have no problem putting everything on the line for some cards.” Her robe had fallen open again. Jack pulled the two lapels together. “Why won’t you take that same risk with me?”
“Careful, Jack, this is supposed to be sex only. Why not take advantage of the situation? Most men would.”
One side of his handsome mouth curved upward. “Now we both know I’m not like most men.”
“We agreed no emotions involved.”
“Ah, yes, your rules. For a game neither of us truly intended to play.” He knelt down, deftly retrieved her pouch of hair products and handed it up to her. “Just let me
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