Forever and a Day by Jill Shalvis

looked as good without his clothes. “What?”
    “ That ship sailed? ” he asked, repeating her earlier words to Anna.
    Again she tilted her head up. “I just meant we’ve been there, done that. We already kissed, remember?”
    His gaze heated. Yeah, he remembered.
    “And it was…fine.”
    He’d probably shaved that morning but he had a shadow coming in. And his eyes. Fathomless dark pools, as always, giving nothing away of himself or his secrets. “The kiss was… fine ,” he repeated, eyes narrowed.
    “Well, yeah.” Fine plus amazing times infinity.
    He just looked at her.
    “Okay,” she admitted, sagging back against the door. “So it was a little better than fine. But I’m not looking for this. For a guy like you.”
    “Like me,” he said slowly, as if the words didn’t quite compute any more easily than “fine” had.
    And probably they didn’t. Look at him. He could have chemistry with a brick wall. “It’s just that I’m not going to be in Lucky Harbor much longer, so while I’m here, I’m aiming for…fun.”
    “Fun.”
    “Yeah. It’s a new thing I’m trying.”
    “And you think I’m not,” he said with a hint of disbelief, “fun.”
    “It’s nothing personal.”
    “Hmm.” He took a step toward her, and since there was already no place to go, she found herself once again sandwiched between the door and his deliciously hard body. His hands went to her hips, where they squeezed lightly and then slid up her sides, past her ribs, to her arms and her shoulders. By the time he got to her throat and cupped her face, her bones had gone AWOL.
    “What are you doing?” she managed.
    “Showing you how much fun I can be.”
    Oh boy. Just his husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine, the sort of shiver a woman wasn’t supposed to get for a man she didn’t want to be attracted to. And then her body strained a little closer to him.
    Bad body!
    Josh’s eyes met hers and held. He was purposely building the anticipation, along with the heat working her from the inside out.
    “Still think I’m not fun?” he asked softly.
    “You’re not.” She swallowed hard. “You’re…”
    He quirked a brow.
    Hot and sexy, and damn. Fun. Which meant that she was in big trouble here, going-down-for-the-count kind of trouble. Time to wave the white flag, she decided. And she would. In just a minute…
    “Say it, Grace.”
    “Okay, so maybe you’re a little fun,” she admitted. “But—”
    He nibbled her lower lip, soothing it with his tongue, then stroked and teased her with his mouth until she let out a helpless murmur of arousal and fisted her hands in his shirt.
    His eyes were heavy-lidded and sexy when he pulled back. “Bullshit, a little fun.” His mouth curved as he looked down.
    Following his gaze, she realized she was still gripping his shirt. She forced herself to smooth her fingers over the wrinkles she’d left. “Fine. You’re a barrel of fun. Happy now?”
    “Getting there.” His eyes were dark with lust and focused on hers, his hands on her back, fingers stroking her through the thin material of her dress. When he lowered his head, he did it slowly, giving her plenty of time to turn away.
    She didn’t.
    Their eyes held until his lips touched hers, and then her lashes swept down involuntarily. She couldn’t help it; his lips were warm, firm, and oh how just right…
    With a deep, masculine groan, he threaded his hands through her hair and tilted her head to better suit him, parting her lips with his, kissing her lightly at first, then not so lightly. And then everything felt insistent and urgent, and all her bones melted.
    By the time he broke the kiss, Grace was unsteady on her feet, and her breathing was more in line with a marathon run. “I’m not sure what that proved exactly,” she managed. Except he was the best kisser on the planet…
    His eyes were heavy-lidded. His shirt was half untucked—her doing. He stood there looking dangerously alluring and hotter than