Fresh off
her own divorce, Roxy isn't looking for another relationship, just a
spontaneous fling or three. Her contractor Wade looks as delicious as her
specialty confections, but he's way too buttoned-up for a casual affair. Yet
there's an ultra-sexy strength about him Roxy can't resist. What that man
clearly needs is something decadent-like her…
“But if you were, I’d stand really close to you like this, and
shove my hands into your hair like this, and pull your head toward me, and kiss
you like this.” She kissed his mouth,
hard, not sweet or gentle as he was used to being kissed, but with a pressure
that ignited a fuse in him. Then her
tongue was pushing inside his mouth, shocking him, the sensation at once
foreign, yet damned pleasurable.
She pulled away, leaving him breathless, panting for more. She was also breathing fast. “If you were ready, I’d unbutton your shirt
like this, run my hands up your back like this, and I’d tell you that just touching
you makes me weak in the knees and crazed with desire. And you’d push your hands under my sweater
like this, up under my bra, to torture my tingling breasts.” She shoved his hands beneath her sweater as
she spoke, slowing, torturously bringing them to the rigid beads, the breasts
were full in his palms, and an earthy groan slipped from between his lips. She threw her head back and moaned, “Oh, my.
. .”
“And if you were ready, I’d unbutton your shirt and pull it loose
from your jeans, then slip my fingers through your chest hair—God I love a man
with chest hair—and you’d put your hands on my bottom, like this.” She placed his hands on her butt and pulled
herself hard against his erection, their hips meeting, grinding, the need a
pulsing, living entity.
She was kissing him again, working the buttons of his jeans. He’d lost his mind completely, all he wanted
was to be inside this woman with her legs wrapped around him, as he drove
deeper and deeper. But she was pushing
back again. Pulling his hands from her,
pushing away from him, trying to catch her breath. “It would be so nice, but you can see that
it’s impossible, right?”
“No.” He grabbed her by the
waist, urging her closer. “Why is it
impossible?”
“On the surface, we’d be a perfect ‘friends-with-benefits’ couple,
since I’m never falling in love again, never getting married again, and you’re
still in love with your wife. We’re both
looking for someone who will satisfy that itch five or six times a month without
expecting anything more than a romp in the hay.
I admit that it would be nice if that someone was a person I also had
amazing chemistry with. The kind we’re
feeling right now. But you’re not the
kind of guy who has casual affairs. If
you were, you’d have removed your wedding ring long ago.”
His silence seemed to confirm it for her.
“Yeah, I thought so,” she said, looking sorry to be right. “I hope your wife knew how lucky she was to
have you.”
Lucky? Wade almost laughed
at the absurdity. The only thing keeping
his ring on his finger was guilt, and giving into his baser instincts with Roxy
would only make the guilt worse. But at
that moment, he wanted to grab her and kiss her so damned bad, it was killing
him. Instead, he let her step back,
watched her righting her bra and her sweater, her lips puffy and sexy as hell.
“I don’t know about you, cowboy, but make-out sessions always give
me one hell of an appetite,” she said, a bit breathlessly. “Let’s go get that steak Quint offered.”
Wade watched her sashay to the ladder and don her outdoor gear. His considerable discomfort wasn't allowing him to move just yet. He had a hell of an appetite, all right. But not for steak.
