spending alot more time with her naked. But soon enough he’d be outta here, off to New York, maybe to L.A., once he hooked up with the right project and made the right connections. He never had fooled himself into thinking a guy could afford a woman along with his career.
Career obsession aside, he’d spent enough time with Melanie in the office to know he wasn’t imagining the more personal tension sizzling between them. Acting on it had pretty much been inevitable. The when and the where there in the middle of the cookout might not have been his best-ever exercise in spontaneity, but the bait itself?
“Give me a friggin’ break,” he muttered, rolling over a freshly patched pothole and bouncing in and out of another. After seeing her shadow work that pole, he’d never flinched once about adding the voiceover to her video production. She knew her body; she knew what she liked. She knew what he liked. And his edited version of her video had shown her exactly how right she’d been.
He’d told her he was visually inclined and she’d given him a hell of show to watch, offered him more to look at than skin and lingerie. She was creative. Innovative. Spectacular. Not the type of woman to panic over a wrong step, a mistake. What they’d done was not a mistake.
No, he thought, easing his way down the narrow streets into Midtown, cursing foully as Melanie shot through a yellow traffic light, making him run the red. She had to be all bent out of shape about how she’d lost that control she prized so highly. He shook his head.
What better time to let it go than during sex? Any man would appreciate the way she’d come undone. Assmart as she was, as sharp, how could she not know that? She had to know that, and she had to be in denial. The woman was some piece of work.
And, for now, she was his.
He pulled through the security gate and into the parking lot of her small complex, stopping his truck in the space beside her car. She cast him a brief glance that he was hard-pressed to interpret before heading down the shadowed walkway between the converted condominiums. All he could do was follow and hope she didn’t bust his chops for stalking or trespassing or just plain pissing her the hell off.
It was when she reached her front door, shaded by a brick archway covered with ivy, that he realized how shaken she was. He walked up behind her and hovered at her back, watching her hand tremble as she tried to work the key into the lock.
The tremor turned the simple act of opening the door into what appeared to be a major feat of motor skills. And that made him feel like shit.
Without looking up, she took a shuddering breath, reached back and offered him the key. He took it, deftly shoved it into the lock and turned. With her push, the door swung open. Taking two steps inside, she held out her hand. But he’d already reached around her and dropped the key onto the table in her entryway.
Her bags slid from her shoulder to the floor. She let them fall, using one foot to shove both toward the table. But before she had a chance to move even a step away, Jacob took her hand and pulled her into the living room. He’d learned his lesson; he wasn’t giving her another chance to escape. This time—if thefact that she’d let him inside meant there was going to be a this time—they were going to do this right.
She gestured toward the rear of the condo. “The bedroom’s in the back.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body to his. She was such a perfect fit. “For later. For now, this’ll do.”
He lowered his head, determined to finish the kiss they’d started earlier. But Melanie wasn’t having any of it. With the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, she watched his mouth descend, then turned her head so his lips brushed her cheek.
Okay, he thought, and left them there, nuzzling the soft skin along her jaw and beneath, sliding his hands down to the swell of her
Career obsession aside, he’d spent enough time with Melanie in the office to know he wasn’t imagining the more personal tension sizzling between them. Acting on it had pretty much been inevitable. The when and the where there in the middle of the cookout might not have been his best-ever exercise in spontaneity, but the bait itself?
“Give me a friggin’ break,” he muttered, rolling over a freshly patched pothole and bouncing in and out of another. After seeing her shadow work that pole, he’d never flinched once about adding the voiceover to her video production. She knew her body; she knew what she liked. She knew what he liked. And his edited version of her video had shown her exactly how right she’d been.
He’d told her he was visually inclined and she’d given him a hell of show to watch, offered him more to look at than skin and lingerie. She was creative. Innovative. Spectacular. Not the type of woman to panic over a wrong step, a mistake. What they’d done was not a mistake.
No, he thought, easing his way down the narrow streets into Midtown, cursing foully as Melanie shot through a yellow traffic light, making him run the red. She had to be all bent out of shape about how she’d lost that control she prized so highly. He shook his head.
What better time to let it go than during sex? Any man would appreciate the way she’d come undone. Assmart as she was, as sharp, how could she not know that? She had to know that, and she had to be in denial. The woman was some piece of work.
And, for now, she was his.
He pulled through the security gate and into the parking lot of her small complex, stopping his truck in the space beside her car. She cast him a brief glance that he was hard-pressed to interpret before heading down the shadowed walkway between the converted condominiums. All he could do was follow and hope she didn’t bust his chops for stalking or trespassing or just plain pissing her the hell off.
It was when she reached her front door, shaded by a brick archway covered with ivy, that he realized how shaken she was. He walked up behind her and hovered at her back, watching her hand tremble as she tried to work the key into the lock.
The tremor turned the simple act of opening the door into what appeared to be a major feat of motor skills. And that made him feel like shit.
Without looking up, she took a shuddering breath, reached back and offered him the key. He took it, deftly shoved it into the lock and turned. With her push, the door swung open. Taking two steps inside, she held out her hand. But he’d already reached around her and dropped the key onto the table in her entryway.
Her bags slid from her shoulder to the floor. She let them fall, using one foot to shove both toward the table. But before she had a chance to move even a step away, Jacob took her hand and pulled her into the living room. He’d learned his lesson; he wasn’t giving her another chance to escape. This time—if thefact that she’d let him inside meant there was going to be a this time—they were going to do this right.
She gestured toward the rear of the condo. “The bedroom’s in the back.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body to his. She was such a perfect fit. “For later. For now, this’ll do.”
He lowered his head, determined to finish the kiss they’d started earlier. But Melanie wasn’t having any of it. With the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, she watched his mouth descend, then turned her head so his lips brushed her cheek.
Okay, he thought, and left them there, nuzzling the soft skin along her jaw and beneath, sliding his hands down to the swell of her
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