Foul Play by Janet Evanovich Page B

her emotions might be jumbled.
    â€œAmy, I think we’d better stop now.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause if we don’t stop soon…we’re not going to stop at all, and you’re going to get devirgined.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œ So! I’m not going to devirgin you when you’re at an emotional low. Only a sleazeball would do a thing like that.”
    â€œYou don’t want me?”
    â€œOf course I want you! Anyone can see I want you. I’ve completely stretched the crease out of my sweats.”
    â€œWell?”
    â€œFor Pete’s sake, Amy, you don’t just rushinto these things. You have to get to know people.” He couldn’t believe he was saying any of this. The woman of his dreams was panting on the sacrificial altar.
    â€œBesides, you have to take precautions when you do these things, and I don’t have any…um, precautions with me. If we did it without precautions you might end up with kittens.” Did he say “kittens”?
    Amy laughed out loud. “I wouldn’t mind having kittens. Motley needs a playmate.”
    Jake grinned. “Don’t laugh. This is serious.”
    â€œYou’re right. It is serious,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ve waited a long time for the right man to come along.”
    She looked into his soft brown eyes and wondered if he loved her. She knew he cared, but love…she was afraid to hope for love. It almost didn’t matter. She couldn’t help the way she felt about him, and if it had to be a one-sided love affair, then she would have to live with it.
    Jake’s heart was caught in his throat. “Are you sure I’m the right man?”
    Amy tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, loosening the knot. “I’m sure. I’ve never felt like this before. I love you.”
    She loved him. He felt like his heart had just been blown up like a helium balloon. She loved him!
    Amy closed her eyes. “Oh geez. I’ve said the wrong thing. You look like you just got punched in the stomach.”
    â€œI was surprised. I didn’t think…I never dreamed. I mean, I’d hoped, but…Oh, hell.” He kissed her.
    â€œAmy, I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. When you stole my parking place. And I have a confession to make. I followed you all through the supermarket, waiting for my chance to marry you. And when I offered you a job, I didn’t know I needed a receptionist.”
    He kissed her again. “I love you.” He drew her closer, feeling fiercely possessive. “I love you.”
    His voice had turned bedroom sexy, deep and raspy soft. His brown eyes darkened as his hand moved over the nape of her neck.He drew a playful line along the side of her breast to her rib cage. “I’d like to spend the night with you.”
    â€œThe night. Hmmm. Just exactly what are your intentions?” Amy purred.
    Jake whispered a few suggestions in her ear.
    Amy’s eyes opened wide in anticipation. “I think at least one of those things is illegal in this state.”
    Jake slid off the bed. “I’m going to check on Spot and make sure things are locked up for the night.”
    When he returned the room was dusky, lit by two brass candlesticks Amy had placed on the dresser. She sat on one side of the bed, her legs partially curled under her. She wore a short, creamy satin shift with spaghetti straps and a dab of her best perfume at her throat. The satin clung to her breasts, perfectly outlining every detail, and molded into the dimple of her navel. She smiled at Jake’s reaction: a sharp intake of breath.
    The candles flickered out and Amy and Jake were intertwined in a tangle of sheets and spent passion.
    â€œNice,” Amy said.
    He thought “nice” was a little bland. He’d felt like the earth had moved. The after part, the cuddling…that was nice.
    He grinned at her and