with him was a whole different story. “I can’t go home with you.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips along her jaw, his blond hair falling forward
and tickling her cheek. “We don’t have to go anywhere but here.”
Even the simple touch had her ready to groan aloud, her body starved for this kind
of night. This kind of man. How long had it been since she’d felt so desired, so utterly
seduced? Maybe never. Somehow, Van made it all feel so easy, so natural. Like saying
no would be a preposterous notion. Even though it was the most logical answer.
But that logic angel sitting on her shoulder didn’t seem to have much fight to her
tonight. No, instead there was another altogether deviant voice whispering in her
ear. S
top denying yourself. You need this. You’ve earned an indulgence. A woman should not
live by vibrator alone.
She took a long, shuddering breath, letting the temptation take her under. “I’ll text
her.”
“Good girl,” Van said, the words she’d normally find patronizing like a hot caress
against her. “I’ll make sure it’s worth the trouble.”
After Tessa had sent the text and gotten one back from Sam, complete with about twelve
exclamation points following her
OMG
, Van left for a few minutes to bring her keys down. And he must have brought them
in person because Sam sent another text shortly afterward.
HOLY shit, girl. U’ve hit the hookup lottery. Enjoy the condoms!
Tessa was still laughing when Van came through the doorway. He smiled. “What’s so
funny?”
“My friend approves of you.”
He gave her a roguish grin. “I’m charming that way.”
“And she thinks you’re hot,” she said matter-of-factly. “That goes a long way with
Sam.”
He laughed, not bothering to deflect the assessment of his hotness, and crossed his
arms. “And what do you think?”
She lifted her chin, jaunty. “I think I don’t like cocky guys.”
He stepped in front of her chair and braced his hands on the table behind her, caging
her in. His expression held playful challenge when he leaned in her space. “Liar.”
She raised her eyebrows. “How would you know?”
“Because you didn’t wait a whole year only to waste a night with some guy who’s unsure
of himself.” He put his lips next to her ear, his voice turning dark and ripe with
promise. “I may be cocky, but I’m not going to fumble around. I’m not going to lie
back and wait for you to take the lead. I’m going to feed you the best meal of your
life. Bite by bite. Then I’m going to fuck you. And I promise, when you wake up tomorrow,
you won’t remember the food.”
THREE
Sweet baby Jesus
. Tessa had no idea what to say to Van’s illicit promise, so she didn’t even attempt
to respond. But she could feel heat traveling through her like an electric current,
turning on switches she didn’t even know existed. She closed her eyes and pulled in
a deep breath, but that only made it worse because she got a lungful of his spicy
scent.
Van pushed off the table he’d braced his hands on and straightened. “Still want to
have dinner with me?”
She lifted her gaze to him. He’d made his intentions clear, and he was giving her
an out. This was her chance to go back to the safety of her apartment where there
would be no handsome strangers making her feel vulnerable and off-balance, where there
would be no risk of her embarrassing herself, and no dreaded walk of shame to face
in the morning. But as she stared back at him, she knew she’d suffer one thing if
she walked away now. Regret.
Because no man had ever caused such a visceral response in her or inspired such primal
need. And she knew instinctively that he wasn’t writing checks he couldn’t sign. He
was promising her the sex of her life, and she had no doubt he could provide it. And
maybe it was base and wanton to simply want this man to take her over and use her
for their mutual pleasure,
Stan Berenstain, Jan Berenstain
Doris Pilkington Garimara