know inside this lovely package. I can wait. You are definitely worth waiting for."
Sam pulled his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her lightly, sliding his tongue along the outline of her lips, teasing her, arousing her, but not taking more.
"I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas."
Eve shuddered, from the feel of his kiss, from the sensuous words bombarding her senses, from the hot smell of him.
"And maybe you'll learn to trust me."
"Trust you?" she whispered, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel as he continued his sensual assault.
"Uh-huh. I don't like secrets, Eve. And I cannot abide deceit. While there are still so many mysteries hanging between us, I'll just concentrate on foreplay."
This time he didn't tease her lightly with those hot lips, he devoured her like a starving man a banquet. His hands dropped to her hips as he kissed her deeply, and he pulled her hard against him, so she could feel his rock-hard erection pressed into the juncture of her thighs. Eve went soft and wet and hot, every nerve ending flying to life, every inch of her aching for him.
And then he stopped kissing her, turned on his heel, and left.
Chapter 6
"Never date a jock. Your buddies see a woman beat you at a game, they'll never let you live it down. Besides, if she's too toned, she might just kick your ass when you try to leave." -- from 101 Ways To Avoid Commitment
Eve slept fitfully, if at all, after Sam left. When she awoke early Sunday morning, she was unsure if she'd dreamed the entire fiasco of the previous evening. Had Sam truly kissed her like he wanted to devour her and then just walked out? "The jerk!" she muttered out loud as she glanced at the clock wondering why she was awake after only a few hours sleep.
She heard a muffled pounding from the front door of the condo. Grabbing a robe, she staggered into the living room, nearly banging her knee on the glass coffee table. Not even glancing through the peephole, she yanked the door open. "What?"
"Good morning to you, too," Sam said with a cheery grin. "Ready to go?"
"Excuse me?"
"We've got big plans today...time to hit the road, doll, let's go, let's go."
Sam nearly laughed out loud at the look of befuddlement on Eve Barret's make-up smeared face. She hadn't even cleaned up before going to bed last night, and looked like nothing less than a raccoon in the bright light of morning. "You look like hell."
She glared at him. He grinned, pushed past her into the living room and plopped onto the sofa.
"I don't recall having plans. What exactly are we supposed to be doing?" she asked.
"The game starts at ten, then a big cookout in the park with a bunch of the guys. After that, who knows?" Eve looked completely lost, and Sam finally stopped teasing her. "We didn't have plans, Eve. I just woke up this morning, started getting ready for my weekly softball game, and realized I'd like to spend the day with you. What do you say?"
She looked at him suspiciously and Sam remained completely impassive. He spread his hands in a gesture of innocence and gave her his most charming grin. "Please?"
He saw by the tiny tug of her mouth to one side that she was considering it. "Pretty please?"
"With sugar on top?" she asked with a pointed glance.
"Oh, yes, lots of sugar on top," Sam said, knowing she heard the suggestion in his words, and not caring one bit.
"Well...I suppose it would be nice to spend the day outside. And I do love softball."
"Great! I knew there was something special about you, Eve Barret. You can be my cheerleader."
"Cheerleader my butt. I can play," she retorted. "Bet you twenty bucks I can hit any curve you throw me."
He leered at her. "I'd rather you throw the curves at me."
Chuckling, she let him in and walked toward the bedroom. "Give me ten minutes."
"I think you need twenty," he retorted. He ducked as
Sam pulled his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her lightly, sliding his tongue along the outline of her lips, teasing her, arousing her, but not taking more.
"I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas."
Eve shuddered, from the feel of his kiss, from the sensuous words bombarding her senses, from the hot smell of him.
"And maybe you'll learn to trust me."
"Trust you?" she whispered, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel as he continued his sensual assault.
"Uh-huh. I don't like secrets, Eve. And I cannot abide deceit. While there are still so many mysteries hanging between us, I'll just concentrate on foreplay."
This time he didn't tease her lightly with those hot lips, he devoured her like a starving man a banquet. His hands dropped to her hips as he kissed her deeply, and he pulled her hard against him, so she could feel his rock-hard erection pressed into the juncture of her thighs. Eve went soft and wet and hot, every nerve ending flying to life, every inch of her aching for him.
And then he stopped kissing her, turned on his heel, and left.
Chapter 6
"Never date a jock. Your buddies see a woman beat you at a game, they'll never let you live it down. Besides, if she's too toned, she might just kick your ass when you try to leave." -- from 101 Ways To Avoid Commitment
Eve slept fitfully, if at all, after Sam left. When she awoke early Sunday morning, she was unsure if she'd dreamed the entire fiasco of the previous evening. Had Sam truly kissed her like he wanted to devour her and then just walked out? "The jerk!" she muttered out loud as she glanced at the clock wondering why she was awake after only a few hours sleep.
She heard a muffled pounding from the front door of the condo. Grabbing a robe, she staggered into the living room, nearly banging her knee on the glass coffee table. Not even glancing through the peephole, she yanked the door open. "What?"
"Good morning to you, too," Sam said with a cheery grin. "Ready to go?"
"Excuse me?"
"We've got big plans today...time to hit the road, doll, let's go, let's go."
Sam nearly laughed out loud at the look of befuddlement on Eve Barret's make-up smeared face. She hadn't even cleaned up before going to bed last night, and looked like nothing less than a raccoon in the bright light of morning. "You look like hell."
She glared at him. He grinned, pushed past her into the living room and plopped onto the sofa.
"I don't recall having plans. What exactly are we supposed to be doing?" she asked.
"The game starts at ten, then a big cookout in the park with a bunch of the guys. After that, who knows?" Eve looked completely lost, and Sam finally stopped teasing her. "We didn't have plans, Eve. I just woke up this morning, started getting ready for my weekly softball game, and realized I'd like to spend the day with you. What do you say?"
She looked at him suspiciously and Sam remained completely impassive. He spread his hands in a gesture of innocence and gave her his most charming grin. "Please?"
He saw by the tiny tug of her mouth to one side that she was considering it. "Pretty please?"
"With sugar on top?" she asked with a pointed glance.
"Oh, yes, lots of sugar on top," Sam said, knowing she heard the suggestion in his words, and not caring one bit.
"Well...I suppose it would be nice to spend the day outside. And I do love softball."
"Great! I knew there was something special about you, Eve Barret. You can be my cheerleader."
"Cheerleader my butt. I can play," she retorted. "Bet you twenty bucks I can hit any curve you throw me."
He leered at her. "I'd rather you throw the curves at me."
Chuckling, she let him in and walked toward the bedroom. "Give me ten minutes."
"I think you need twenty," he retorted. He ducked as
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