feel he saw all her secrets. All except for one.
"I'm choosing a man who won't care what my name is. Tonight," she forced a grin as she popped her butt onto a stool sitting at the counter. She was a decent actress, when she put effort into it. "I'm going to be a slut."
Javad set down his untouched drink. He moved to her side and towered over her. Before she knew what was happening, his hand was on her hip and his masculine scent surrounded her, making her drunker than any appletini.
Her heart burst into a too-fast rhythm. He lowered his mouth towards hers, and she instinctively arched her neck to give him access.
He kissed her slowly, like an ache in the heart. Her skin tingled with the sensation of it, her soul nearly burst with the delicious bittersweet emotion of the man she loved wanting... Who knew what from her?
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, making her head tingly. It wasn't like the kiss in the car, rushed and desperate. He took his time, as if he wanted to taste every inch of her.
Whatever he wanted, she gave it fully. She pulled him as close as she dared, and willed him to take everything. His hands wandered to her waist, tugging her off the stool to her feet. The rush of pleasure was almost too much for her jellied knees. But his muscled arm at her back supported her.
When he finally parted her lips with his own, she welcomed him, and tried to draw his tongue inside her. He resisted, turning his movements into a leisurely exploration. She trembled against his hard body, turning helpless, unable to stand without his support. Her hands went weak, barely able to hang on to him. Mindless, she became one seething brew of sensation, feeling nothing but his hands on her spine, knowing nothing but the soft caress of him in her mouth, her senses filled with nothing but the taste of him.
An infinity later, he broke the kiss, moving his beautiful mouth to her neck, licking and sucking his way up her throat to rest at her ear, where he paused.
" I know your name," he whispered, sending chills over the hair on her nape.
She gulped. He could know more about her than any man, if only he wanted to.
With deliberate slowness, he set her back down on the kitchen stool. The heat they'd generated between them evaporated into the night air. How could he be so cool to her? How could he kiss her like that and then set her aside?
His emotions must be so cut off from the rest of him. How could your feelings and your body travel the world separately? Needles of threatening tears pricked the inside of her throat.
"But you want my brother," he said, his face blank.
"Oh yes. Your brother." With a huge effort, she smiled.
Javad looked to the door as if expecting Darius to come through it. "He'll be here any moment."
"Ri-ight." The word nearly broke in the middle. Like her heart.
"And he will do things to you. Things that will make you feel good. Things that will make you forget you are shy."
His words re-ignited heat in her. If only they weren't talking about Darius. Then again, all of this began to seem so out of character for Javad. Why would he say things like that to her? He hid his feelings, but he'd never seemed truly deceptive. He'd kissed her, pressed himself against her. Twice. The Javad she knew wouldn't have done that to toy with her.
Could she... seduce him? She wouldn't know where to begin. Darius would be here soon. Javad might think she was only sleeping with him as a replacement for his brother.
She had no clue why he wanted to talk dirty to her. Maybe her blushes amused him. Her innocence was a joke to him, but he could have as much of it as he cared to take. Even if it was just talk.
He turned away from her and removed his jacket. She took the opportunity to treat herself to a good long stare at the best ass she had ever seen.
"Like what?" she breathed, unable to put any force into her voice, but still prodding. "What will he do to me?"
She expected him to whisper sexy things in her ear. When he