Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) by K.M. Golland Page A

standing at the doorway. ‘Behave,’ I warned.
    ‘Since when do I not?’
    ‘You have your moments,’ I reminded her.
    A knock sounded again.
    ‘You’d better get that,’ she chorused in a provocative
singsong voice.
    Stomping out of the room like a toddler, I made my way to
the front door and yanked it open. ‘Hi —’
    Sweet mother of twat tingles. The gush of air from
the door’s movement, or his aftershave or the sexual magnetic field that was
radiating from his body, nearly had me stumbling backward. The man before me
screamed intense eroticism.
    Derek was standing on the front doorstep wearing a white
shirt and black jeans, a pair of mirrored aviators a seductive screen for his
eyes. ‘Hey,’ he said with an upward nod.
    Mouth, tongue, vocal cords, teeth ... for fuck’s sake,
work in unison, please! I tried to speak, to say the simple word he greeted
me with in return, but I failed on all counts. I could only comprehend that he
reminded me of Maverick from Top Gun.
    The sound of skittering paws on hardwood flooring broke my
Kenny Loggins head-karaoke.
    Spinning around to where the approaching noise was coming
from, I spotted Sasha barrelling toward us. ‘Oh, no! Sasha, no, stop!’ I
yelled, finally finding my voice.
    Sasha did what Sasha always did when the front door to
Libby’s and my house opened — she jumped on whoever walked through it.
    I couldn’t stop her. It was either put myself in between her
and Derek and ruin my outfit, or let her clean him up.
    I opted for the latter.
    ‘Look out!’ I screeched.
    Sasha launched herself at Derek and, to my surprise, he caught
her quite happily.
    ‘Whoa! Who’s this?’ he laughed as she tried to lick his
face.
    ‘This is my golden retriever, Sasha. I’m so sorry.’
    Looping my fingers around her collar, I guided her back to
ground level with Derek’s help, then awkwardly led her down the hallway and out
the back door. ‘Naughty girl, Sasha. No Schmackos for you. Did you hear that,
Lib?’ I shouted. ‘No Schmackos for Sasha.’
    ‘Whatever,’ Libby called back.
    Sliding the back door closed, I turned around to find Derek
a mere metre away from me, aviators now hanging from the dip of his shirt.
    ‘I must admit that when I planned for a cute blonde to jump
me and lick my face, I was expecting it to be you.’
    I swallowed, then, remembering my pep talk from earlier,
sucked in a confident breath and stepped up against him, pushing my breasts
into his chest. ‘The night is still young.’

CHAPTER TEN
    Derek pierced me with wanting eyes, a renewed sense of
challenge sparkling from them. I tilted my chin up and invited his kiss with the
slight opening of my mouth. Before he lowered his lips to mine, he smiled ever
so slightly, that gesture enough to weaken my knees.
    I slumped into him, grabbed the collar of his shirt with
both my hands and wrenched him forward, confidence growing within me as we
explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. Fuck, he tastes good, even
minus the mint sauce.
    His ability to make just a simple kiss an exquisite
experience both excited and worried me. I could indulge in his kiss and get
lost for days.
    Suddenly distracted by Sasha’s barking and continuous
scratching of the glass door, I broke free from Derek and glared at her. Sasha,
you little pussy blocker.
    ‘She needs training,’ he said with a nod toward my insolent
puppy.
    ‘I know,’ I groaned. ‘I’ve been lazy and just never arranged
it. I should really look into it though.’
    He turned back to face me with a knowing smile. ‘Yeah, that
might be a good idea. I know someone, if it helps.’
    I shrugged my shoulders; ‘Sure.’ Although I didn’t want to
owe him any favours.
    Wanting to change the subject, I wriggled out of his arms
and walked to the kitchen bench where my purse sat. ‘So where are you taking
me?’
    ‘Dinner and movies,’ he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Then he led me from the room.
    ***
    When Derek advised that we