tree frogs and crickets perforated the air as a hot breeze lifted the hair from the nape of her neck. She stepped boldly up onto his covered porch and, without allowing herself to hesitate, rang the bell.
Of course, she briefly considered running, leaping in the bushes to hide, but she forced herself to stay put.
When the door swung open, Joe stood before her wearing only a pair of blue jeans. A smattering of dark curls dusted his chest—just as broad and muscular as she’d suspected—and narrowed to a tidy, sexy little line leading right down to his zipper. His hair was messy, his chin covered with stubble. And his blue eyes shone dark and fiery as they narrowed on her. Oh my.
She waited for him to speak, but he seemed too busy taking it all in. She watched various forms of confusion and shock pass through his gaze until finally it filled with exactly what she’d hoped for: hard-core need. He slowly perused her body, from head to toe and back again, his look as potent as if he were touching her.
After a long, still, heated moment, she finally concluded that he wasn’t going to say anything. Fair enough, she supposed—the ball was in her court. “I changed my mind,” she said.
His eyes rose from her chest to her face. “About?”
She thought it was pretty obvious, but indulged him anyway. “Coming home with you. Here I am.”
Reversal: the act of a court setting aside the decision of a lower court;
or
the state of acting in a manner that is opposite or contrary to the usual.
Three
He gave his head a light shake as if to clear it. “Am I dreaming?”
“What if you are?” she asked smoothly. The very sight of him, it turned out, had transformed any doubt or nervousness into pure heat.
His gaze seemed to bore into her, then he spoke slowly, as if thinking through his answer aloud. “If I were dreaming, then…I wouldn’t ask you what the hell you’re doing here. I wouldn’t waste any time on how damn shocked I am.”
“What
would
you do?”
He lowered his unshaven chin. “I’d just take you.”
“Then take me.”
But no, stop.
As much as she wanted to be thoroughly ravished by Joe this very second, as silkily as the plea had left her lips, she had to remain the one in control. So she revised her instructions. “Better yet, let
me
take
you.”
As he stood there devouring her with his eyes, she pressed one palm flat to his chest and pushed her way past him into the room.
She moved with graceful purpose, rather liking the sound of her heels clicking across his hardwood, along with the feel of his gaze on her back. Walking to the coffee table, she snatched up the remote and turned off whatever old Tom Hanks movie he was watching, the action leaving the room illuminated by only the overhead in the kitchen, filtering in across the counter that separated the two rooms. Finally, she looked back up at Joe—whoa, it was easy to forget how hot he was until his eyes were glimmering on her—and curled one red-painted fingernail toward her, beckoning him.
As he shoved the front door closed, then padded across the floor in bare feet, everything inside her boiled with want and need. This seduction business was coming far easier than she’d expected—which only proved it was the right thing to do, meant to be.
She and Joe were worlds apart now, their lives separated by far more than a mere two-hour drive to Indianapolis—there could never be anything real between them again. In fact, she suspected Joe
seldom
had anything real with women these days—it just didn’t seem like a part of the grown-up him.
Sex,
however—
that
was clearly a
big
part of the grown-up Joe, the most obvious part, something he couldn’t even begin to conceal. And sex with him she could have.
Would
have. Right now.
“Sit down,” she said when he reached the sofa, and she helped by giving his chest another push, watching as he plopped backwards.
She instantly liked the fact that he looked up at her now, that she stood over
Of course, she briefly considered running, leaping in the bushes to hide, but she forced herself to stay put.
When the door swung open, Joe stood before her wearing only a pair of blue jeans. A smattering of dark curls dusted his chest—just as broad and muscular as she’d suspected—and narrowed to a tidy, sexy little line leading right down to his zipper. His hair was messy, his chin covered with stubble. And his blue eyes shone dark and fiery as they narrowed on her. Oh my.
She waited for him to speak, but he seemed too busy taking it all in. She watched various forms of confusion and shock pass through his gaze until finally it filled with exactly what she’d hoped for: hard-core need. He slowly perused her body, from head to toe and back again, his look as potent as if he were touching her.
After a long, still, heated moment, she finally concluded that he wasn’t going to say anything. Fair enough, she supposed—the ball was in her court. “I changed my mind,” she said.
His eyes rose from her chest to her face. “About?”
She thought it was pretty obvious, but indulged him anyway. “Coming home with you. Here I am.”
Reversal: the act of a court setting aside the decision of a lower court;
or
the state of acting in a manner that is opposite or contrary to the usual.
Three
He gave his head a light shake as if to clear it. “Am I dreaming?”
“What if you are?” she asked smoothly. The very sight of him, it turned out, had transformed any doubt or nervousness into pure heat.
His gaze seemed to bore into her, then he spoke slowly, as if thinking through his answer aloud. “If I were dreaming, then…I wouldn’t ask you what the hell you’re doing here. I wouldn’t waste any time on how damn shocked I am.”
“What
would
you do?”
He lowered his unshaven chin. “I’d just take you.”
“Then take me.”
But no, stop.
As much as she wanted to be thoroughly ravished by Joe this very second, as silkily as the plea had left her lips, she had to remain the one in control. So she revised her instructions. “Better yet, let
me
take
you.”
As he stood there devouring her with his eyes, she pressed one palm flat to his chest and pushed her way past him into the room.
She moved with graceful purpose, rather liking the sound of her heels clicking across his hardwood, along with the feel of his gaze on her back. Walking to the coffee table, she snatched up the remote and turned off whatever old Tom Hanks movie he was watching, the action leaving the room illuminated by only the overhead in the kitchen, filtering in across the counter that separated the two rooms. Finally, she looked back up at Joe—whoa, it was easy to forget how hot he was until his eyes were glimmering on her—and curled one red-painted fingernail toward her, beckoning him.
As he shoved the front door closed, then padded across the floor in bare feet, everything inside her boiled with want and need. This seduction business was coming far easier than she’d expected—which only proved it was the right thing to do, meant to be.
She and Joe were worlds apart now, their lives separated by far more than a mere two-hour drive to Indianapolis—there could never be anything real between them again. In fact, she suspected Joe
seldom
had anything real with women these days—it just didn’t seem like a part of the grown-up him.
Sex,
however—
that
was clearly a
big
part of the grown-up Joe, the most obvious part, something he couldn’t even begin to conceal. And sex with him she could have.
Would
have. Right now.
“Sit down,” she said when he reached the sofa, and she helped by giving his chest another push, watching as he plopped backwards.
She instantly liked the fact that he looked up at her now, that she stood over
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