you again, Jocelyn.” His voice smooth,
smile broad, his gaze lazily caressed her body.
“You two know each other?” Don asked, one eyebrow raised so
high it tickled his hairline.
“We were caught at the same airport during that storm two
weeks ago. Our luggage got mixed up. We have the same blue suitcases and the
same initials,” Jocelyn babbled, and she never babbled. “You coached the
Johnson High Jaguars. I never made the connection when I saw your jacket,” she
said, unable to tear herself from those ice-blue eyes, biting through her
tongue to prevent herself from devouring him whole.
Against her will, her body warmed to his unique aroma of
musk and sandalwood, electric charges pulsed through every pore. She needed to
get as far away from him as she could.
In an answer to her prayer, Debbie Hester, a local business
leader, wandered over to the group, stiletto heels clicking loudly on the
marble floor. After thanking Jocelyn effusively for her work, she wedged her
body next to Jared, stuck her overly made-up face into his and offered him a
good look at her overflowing cleavage. Jocelyn grabbed the opening, muttered
something about the ladies’ room, and left Jared to Madison’s black widow.
Finding comfort in the crowd, she fought the panic
scratching acid tracks across her chest. That man was the last thing she needed
in her too busy, overcrowded life. I can handle this. It’s under control. If only her pulse would slow down.
Jocelyn felt Jared by her side even before he wrapped his
fingers around her elbow, enough to draw her close. “Can we talk?” he asked,
his breath warm on her neck, his musky scent tantalizing her nose, sending
white heat down her spine. Her lower body clenched in need . Bad kitty. Down
kitty. Damn, this is so not under control. She should’ve run, but ducking a
problem was not the Wade way.
Unable to say a word, she nodded and led him to an
out-of-the-way conference room. His hand still resting on her arm seared a
brand into tissue, muscle, bone and marrow. Inside, he pulled her to him,
crushing mouth against mouth, tongues stroking fiercely. Raw, carnal need
burned right through any protest. Instead of pushing him away, she molded
herself against him like a second skin and drank in his kiss in desperate,
gasping gulps. His mouth blazed down her throat, sucking deeply, his fingers
searched out her breast under her jacket and massaged the nipple to an erect
peak.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he
whispered against her neck before kissing her again. Locked together, he angled
her back against the conference table, his steel-hard cock jammed into the
curve of her hip. Warm, suckling kisses rained down the mounds of her breasts.
Jocelyn leaned one arm back to brace herself, the other hand balled in his hair
to guide his mouth over her body. Wet heat flooded her channel.
God help her, she wanted to fuck him right there on the
table.
The sudden flood of applause jumpstarted her sanity. A
speech finished, she’d be called to the podium soon. Suppressing a moan, she
found the strength to push him away. “I can’t do this.”
He ran the backs of his knuckles down her cheek in a slow
caress. The contact warmed her skin, reassured her somehow that everything was
okay, even though her knees shook and rattled. She leaned into the touch for
one brief moment then jerked back.
Jared dropped his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. “Why
not? Something happened between us that night. We owe it to ourselves to
explore it.”
She tucked in her blouse and tugged her jacket back in place
before responding with as much ice as she could muster, even though her body
still burned from his touch. “Nothing happened. We had sex. It was just one of
those things.” From the way his face blanched, she knew he felt her cold air
but he kept coming anyway. Tingles she didn’t want played at the edge of her
heart. Unwavering persistence she understood and respected.
“Given
smile broad, his gaze lazily caressed her body.
“You two know each other?” Don asked, one eyebrow raised so
high it tickled his hairline.
“We were caught at the same airport during that storm two
weeks ago. Our luggage got mixed up. We have the same blue suitcases and the
same initials,” Jocelyn babbled, and she never babbled. “You coached the
Johnson High Jaguars. I never made the connection when I saw your jacket,” she
said, unable to tear herself from those ice-blue eyes, biting through her
tongue to prevent herself from devouring him whole.
Against her will, her body warmed to his unique aroma of
musk and sandalwood, electric charges pulsed through every pore. She needed to
get as far away from him as she could.
In an answer to her prayer, Debbie Hester, a local business
leader, wandered over to the group, stiletto heels clicking loudly on the
marble floor. After thanking Jocelyn effusively for her work, she wedged her
body next to Jared, stuck her overly made-up face into his and offered him a
good look at her overflowing cleavage. Jocelyn grabbed the opening, muttered
something about the ladies’ room, and left Jared to Madison’s black widow.
Finding comfort in the crowd, she fought the panic
scratching acid tracks across her chest. That man was the last thing she needed
in her too busy, overcrowded life. I can handle this. It’s under control. If only her pulse would slow down.
Jocelyn felt Jared by her side even before he wrapped his
fingers around her elbow, enough to draw her close. “Can we talk?” he asked,
his breath warm on her neck, his musky scent tantalizing her nose, sending
white heat down her spine. Her lower body clenched in need . Bad kitty. Down
kitty. Damn, this is so not under control. She should’ve run, but ducking a
problem was not the Wade way.
Unable to say a word, she nodded and led him to an
out-of-the-way conference room. His hand still resting on her arm seared a
brand into tissue, muscle, bone and marrow. Inside, he pulled her to him,
crushing mouth against mouth, tongues stroking fiercely. Raw, carnal need
burned right through any protest. Instead of pushing him away, she molded
herself against him like a second skin and drank in his kiss in desperate,
gasping gulps. His mouth blazed down her throat, sucking deeply, his fingers
searched out her breast under her jacket and massaged the nipple to an erect
peak.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he
whispered against her neck before kissing her again. Locked together, he angled
her back against the conference table, his steel-hard cock jammed into the
curve of her hip. Warm, suckling kisses rained down the mounds of her breasts.
Jocelyn leaned one arm back to brace herself, the other hand balled in his hair
to guide his mouth over her body. Wet heat flooded her channel.
God help her, she wanted to fuck him right there on the
table.
The sudden flood of applause jumpstarted her sanity. A
speech finished, she’d be called to the podium soon. Suppressing a moan, she
found the strength to push him away. “I can’t do this.”
He ran the backs of his knuckles down her cheek in a slow
caress. The contact warmed her skin, reassured her somehow that everything was
okay, even though her knees shook and rattled. She leaned into the touch for
one brief moment then jerked back.
Jared dropped his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. “Why
not? Something happened between us that night. We owe it to ourselves to
explore it.”
She tucked in her blouse and tugged her jacket back in place
before responding with as much ice as she could muster, even though her body
still burned from his touch. “Nothing happened. We had sex. It was just one of
those things.” From the way his face blanched, she knew he felt her cold air
but he kept coming anyway. Tingles she didn’t want played at the edge of her
heart. Unwavering persistence she understood and respected.
“Given
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