smacked her palms into his chest and groaned. Although she was smaller than him by a head, he humored her and let her try to punish him. He enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him.
“And you just let me go on and on, making a fool of myself. Of all the contemptible….” She grabbed the collar of his shirt. “Rotten….” She shoved him backwards. “Slimy….”
She paused, and he saw her struggle for more adjectives to hurl at him. “Should I wait here while you get a thesaurus?”
She stomped her foot in frustration. “Oh, I hate you.”
He laughed and pulled her into his arms. He gazed into her eyes, trying to see how much conviction she held in her words. She was confused, maybe even a little frightened. But hate? God knows he’d given her enough reason. “No, you don’t hate me. But I’ll just bet you wish you did.”
* * * *
Lilly’s jaw dropped. He’d landed so close to the truth that she was stunned. She didn’t want to need him in any capacity. But she did, in more ways than she dared admit.
When she looked up again, he was no longer laughing. His dark eyes searched her face, and she knew his intention before he made a single move. Stop him while you can .
His strong arm circled her waist, pulling her even closer. The protest on the tip of her tongue was brushed away as their lips met, forcing a response she tried hard to suppress.
She raised her hands to push him away, but her traitorous arms locked around his neck. While her mind screamed no , her body moved so close she heard the beating of his heart drumming out all caution.
He explored her mouth with his tongue at the same time his hands explored her body, teasing and tantalizing, heightening every nerve ending. His rough hand slid gently under her tee shirt, gliding upward until it rested below her breast. He paused, as if expecting some kind of withdrawal, but she pulled him back.
Never had a kiss affected her in such a way. Every part of her body tingled, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He moved his hand up and covered her breast, stroking the hardened tip until she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
How did he make her react like that when she didn’t even like him? She broke away, trying to regain her sensibility. Her response had nothing to do with likes or dislikes. Logically, she knew that she merely experienced a physical reaction to an outside stimulus. Logic hadn’t propelled her into his arms to begin with. That was pure emotion, no matter how much she wanted to deny it to herself.
* * * *
Jack bit his bottom lip to keep from grinning. For someone who claimed to hate him, she’d certainly put a lot into that kiss. The soft panting and shining midnight-blue eyes that stared back was all the proof he needed. He wisely hid his triumph. Lilly reacted, and she was furious with herself. Any comment would unleash all that fury on him.
Even in her anger, when he leaned forward to kiss her again, she returned the kiss. At the same time she kissed him, her arms begin to tense. Only because he quickly caught her wrists in his hands was he spared the physical assault she clearly wanted to inflict.
“If I let you go, are you going to hit me?”
“Yes,” she hissed as she tried to yank her arms free. “Let me go.”
“So that you can hit me? I think not.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep, calming breath. “I won’t hit you.” Jack let her go and stepped back to look at her. Whips of blonde hair framed her flushed face. What a sensual beauty! Wild and passionate and very much shocked by her own behavior.
He raised one hand to her cheek, and she smacked it away violently. “You said you weren’t going to hit me.”
“I lied.”
He stifled another laugh. “Oh, Lilly. And you promised me not five minutes ago that you weren’t going to complain about anything. You even promised me your first born.”
“I didn’t promise you could father him.”
He cocked his eyebrow.
“And you just let me go on and on, making a fool of myself. Of all the contemptible….” She grabbed the collar of his shirt. “Rotten….” She shoved him backwards. “Slimy….”
She paused, and he saw her struggle for more adjectives to hurl at him. “Should I wait here while you get a thesaurus?”
She stomped her foot in frustration. “Oh, I hate you.”
He laughed and pulled her into his arms. He gazed into her eyes, trying to see how much conviction she held in her words. She was confused, maybe even a little frightened. But hate? God knows he’d given her enough reason. “No, you don’t hate me. But I’ll just bet you wish you did.”
* * * *
Lilly’s jaw dropped. He’d landed so close to the truth that she was stunned. She didn’t want to need him in any capacity. But she did, in more ways than she dared admit.
When she looked up again, he was no longer laughing. His dark eyes searched her face, and she knew his intention before he made a single move. Stop him while you can .
His strong arm circled her waist, pulling her even closer. The protest on the tip of her tongue was brushed away as their lips met, forcing a response she tried hard to suppress.
She raised her hands to push him away, but her traitorous arms locked around his neck. While her mind screamed no , her body moved so close she heard the beating of his heart drumming out all caution.
He explored her mouth with his tongue at the same time his hands explored her body, teasing and tantalizing, heightening every nerve ending. His rough hand slid gently under her tee shirt, gliding upward until it rested below her breast. He paused, as if expecting some kind of withdrawal, but she pulled him back.
Never had a kiss affected her in such a way. Every part of her body tingled, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He moved his hand up and covered her breast, stroking the hardened tip until she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
How did he make her react like that when she didn’t even like him? She broke away, trying to regain her sensibility. Her response had nothing to do with likes or dislikes. Logically, she knew that she merely experienced a physical reaction to an outside stimulus. Logic hadn’t propelled her into his arms to begin with. That was pure emotion, no matter how much she wanted to deny it to herself.
* * * *
Jack bit his bottom lip to keep from grinning. For someone who claimed to hate him, she’d certainly put a lot into that kiss. The soft panting and shining midnight-blue eyes that stared back was all the proof he needed. He wisely hid his triumph. Lilly reacted, and she was furious with herself. Any comment would unleash all that fury on him.
Even in her anger, when he leaned forward to kiss her again, she returned the kiss. At the same time she kissed him, her arms begin to tense. Only because he quickly caught her wrists in his hands was he spared the physical assault she clearly wanted to inflict.
“If I let you go, are you going to hit me?”
“Yes,” she hissed as she tried to yank her arms free. “Let me go.”
“So that you can hit me? I think not.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep, calming breath. “I won’t hit you.” Jack let her go and stepped back to look at her. Whips of blonde hair framed her flushed face. What a sensual beauty! Wild and passionate and very much shocked by her own behavior.
He raised one hand to her cheek, and she smacked it away violently. “You said you weren’t going to hit me.”
“I lied.”
He stifled another laugh. “Oh, Lilly. And you promised me not five minutes ago that you weren’t going to complain about anything. You even promised me your first born.”
“I didn’t promise you could father him.”
He cocked his eyebrow.
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