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tarred and feathered for sleeping with a man, sweetie.”
Marquetta rolled her eyes and leaned down to take off her heels. They were killing her. “I realize that, but I still like to know a guy before I hop into bed with him.” She gritted her teeth as she massaged her swollen feet.
“What’s this stud look like anyway?” Bridget asked, too curious for Marquetta’s peace of mind.
After Marquetta described him, her friend said, “Well, if you don’t want him, then send him my way.”
Marquetta felt a horrible stab of jealousy and couldn’t stop herself from muttering, “Back off, woman.”
Needless to say, Bridget couldn’t resist teasing her. “Ah, it’s like that, is it?” Sometimes having a best friend since grade school was a serious pain in the tush, because they knew you too freaking well.
Marquetta took a deep breath. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
“Then my advice to you is to jump the man’s bones.” Her tone turned serious as she added, “You deserve a little fun, sweetie.”
Marquetta’s heart warmed. “I love you, Bridg.”
“I know.” She yawned. “Now, let me get back to sleep. I was having the most delicious dream before you so rudely woke me.”
She laughed. “Fine. Call me tomorrow, when you aren’t so surly.”
Two hours later, Marquetta was still a little dazed from Jensen’s kiss and sleep was nowhere in sight. The man was bad for her self-discipline. Bad for her hard-won independence. Hell, just plain bad. God, already she ached to feel his strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and warm, as if she was meant to be a part of him, a part of his life.
Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? There were plenty of eager men out there. She could have found someone who was easier to manage. Someone who didn’t set her heart racing with a mere glance. Someone who didn’t keep her up at night wondering what it would be like to make love to him.
And yet, the little talk did her no good at all. She still couldn’t imagine being with another man. Having another touch her in all those soft, warm places that she ached to have Jensen touch. She also knew in the deepest part of her soul that no other man could ever make her blood heat like he did with a simple peck on the cheek.
Marquetta had let herself get all twisted up by a man once. She’d also seen firsthand what happened to a woman when that man decided he’d had enough and walked away, leaving behind a broken and lost little girl. She’d been so in love with Sheldon that she hadn’t seen it coming when he’d pulled the rug out from under her.
Now, here she was, a talented, independent woman, and she was dragging along like some stray puppy, and all because of Jensen Kershaw. “Enough already, jeez,” she mumbled. She closed her eyes and forced the man out of her mind. Minutes felt like hours. When the phone rang, she nearly jumped.
Marquetta looked at the clock. Midnight. Could it be? Her spirits rose immediately. It rang a second time, and she fairly pounced on it. “Hello?”
“Hi, beautiful. Did I wake you?”
The deep baritone on the other end had her heart tripping with excitement. Well, hell, the man had the most incredible effect on her.
Chapter Five
“Marquetta?” he asked. “You still there?”
“I’m here,” she said a little unsteadily.
“Is it too late to call?” His rough voice sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
Hell no , she wanted to shout. “No, I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Are you in bed?” She heard him clear his throat. “I won’t lie, I’m seriously digging the image of you in bed. All sleepy-eyed and sexy.”
“Yes, Jensen, I’m in bed.” Marquetta couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Is that all you think about?”
“Where you’re concerned, pretty much.” A beat of silence filled the line, then he asked, “Does it embarrass you that I want you so much?”
“A little,” Marquetta admitted. “I’m not used to anyone being
Marquetta rolled her eyes and leaned down to take off her heels. They were killing her. “I realize that, but I still like to know a guy before I hop into bed with him.” She gritted her teeth as she massaged her swollen feet.
“What’s this stud look like anyway?” Bridget asked, too curious for Marquetta’s peace of mind.
After Marquetta described him, her friend said, “Well, if you don’t want him, then send him my way.”
Marquetta felt a horrible stab of jealousy and couldn’t stop herself from muttering, “Back off, woman.”
Needless to say, Bridget couldn’t resist teasing her. “Ah, it’s like that, is it?” Sometimes having a best friend since grade school was a serious pain in the tush, because they knew you too freaking well.
Marquetta took a deep breath. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
“Then my advice to you is to jump the man’s bones.” Her tone turned serious as she added, “You deserve a little fun, sweetie.”
Marquetta’s heart warmed. “I love you, Bridg.”
“I know.” She yawned. “Now, let me get back to sleep. I was having the most delicious dream before you so rudely woke me.”
She laughed. “Fine. Call me tomorrow, when you aren’t so surly.”
Two hours later, Marquetta was still a little dazed from Jensen’s kiss and sleep was nowhere in sight. The man was bad for her self-discipline. Bad for her hard-won independence. Hell, just plain bad. God, already she ached to feel his strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and warm, as if she was meant to be a part of him, a part of his life.
Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? There were plenty of eager men out there. She could have found someone who was easier to manage. Someone who didn’t set her heart racing with a mere glance. Someone who didn’t keep her up at night wondering what it would be like to make love to him.
And yet, the little talk did her no good at all. She still couldn’t imagine being with another man. Having another touch her in all those soft, warm places that she ached to have Jensen touch. She also knew in the deepest part of her soul that no other man could ever make her blood heat like he did with a simple peck on the cheek.
Marquetta had let herself get all twisted up by a man once. She’d also seen firsthand what happened to a woman when that man decided he’d had enough and walked away, leaving behind a broken and lost little girl. She’d been so in love with Sheldon that she hadn’t seen it coming when he’d pulled the rug out from under her.
Now, here she was, a talented, independent woman, and she was dragging along like some stray puppy, and all because of Jensen Kershaw. “Enough already, jeez,” she mumbled. She closed her eyes and forced the man out of her mind. Minutes felt like hours. When the phone rang, she nearly jumped.
Marquetta looked at the clock. Midnight. Could it be? Her spirits rose immediately. It rang a second time, and she fairly pounced on it. “Hello?”
“Hi, beautiful. Did I wake you?”
The deep baritone on the other end had her heart tripping with excitement. Well, hell, the man had the most incredible effect on her.
Chapter Five
“Marquetta?” he asked. “You still there?”
“I’m here,” she said a little unsteadily.
“Is it too late to call?” His rough voice sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
Hell no , she wanted to shout. “No, I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Are you in bed?” She heard him clear his throat. “I won’t lie, I’m seriously digging the image of you in bed. All sleepy-eyed and sexy.”
“Yes, Jensen, I’m in bed.” Marquetta couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Is that all you think about?”
“Where you’re concerned, pretty much.” A beat of silence filled the line, then he asked, “Does it embarrass you that I want you so much?”
“A little,” Marquetta admitted. “I’m not used to anyone being
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