I’m one step away from Bellevue.”
“Hmm, so says the man who left me high and dry not five minutes ago.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “Is that what you want—a lap dog to do your bidding?” He lifted her up onto the counter and pushed himself between her legs. “Or a man who knows what you want? What you need. And will give it to you.”
He kissed her with a hungry thirst, like a vampire ravenous for blood. Hannah reveled in her feminine power as he lost control. She felt exactly like the female fatale he’d claimed her to be. She’d won. He’d take her right there, right now. No man could resist her. Then the waffle iron dinged. Jake stopped and stepped back before she could tightly wrap her legs around his torso.
“Enjoy the waffles.” He lifted the handle of the iron and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on.
“You’re leaving?” she nearly shrieked the question. Hannah couldn’t believe it. Her body pulsed with want. With need. How could he do this to her?
“That’s what you’ve wanted ever since you woke up this morning.”
She couldn’t stop the frown she knew was forming on her face.
Great, now I’m risking damn wrinkles over this man!
“Your move, Hannah.”
She meant to say something clever, to regain some sort of dignity, but the door had already shut. Just as well. How dignified could she be sitting on the kitchen counter, her robe and legs wide open with steam from that damn appliance spouting into the air?
And damn him if those waffles didn’t smell really, really good.
Chapter 2
J ake flagged a cab outside Hannah’s posh Eastside address. Only after climbing in and giving the driver his downtown one did he allow himself to fume. You’d think she’d be happy he hadn’t rushed out the door like a gigolo or that he wasn’t a pig who got off on seeing his girlfriend naked in a magazine and brag about it to his friends.
It was bad enough his teammates had posted pictures of Hannah from the Victoria Secret catalog all around the locker room to taunt him. To remind him of what he lost when she dumped him.
But last night he’d won her back.
Now he had to figure out how to turn this into a winning streak. The long months apart from Hannah had him questioning everything from his manhood to his sanity. He tried calling her at first, but when she didn’t return his calls his pride demanded he play it cool. Still, that didn’t mean he hadn’t listened intently to every word Samantha said in case she let some vital piece of information slip or relieved when Ryan would throw him a bone with the simple statement of ‘She’s not dating anyone.’ Then Jake would act like he didn’t care and even though his teammate knew the score he’d let Jake slide.
The gossip pages, where Hannah often appeared, offered nothing. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t sharing another man’s bed.
The not knowing was torture.
For a while he tried pretending she didn’t exist—that her loveliness was a figment of his imagination, but her soft moans along with her fevered pitch screams of his name haunted his dreams. Hannah was so right—he did dream of her.
So when he saw the deep rose color of the bridesmaid dress, the memory of the lingerie she wore that first night they made love lingered throughout the day. Jake wondered if she chose the color on purpose to torment him. During the ceremony he undressed her inside his wicked mind—the dress falling to the floor unveiling the bra and panties underneath and then down to nothing but the natural rose-colored areas of her banging body. God worked a true masterpiece when he created Hannah. Before he left he should’ve asked the priest for an emergency Confessional. Hell, when it came to Hannah he’d need a priest on speed dial to keep up with his sinful thoughts and deeds.
One thing was for certain she didn’t have to worry about re-purposing the dress, as it now lay shredded on the bedroom floor. His deep satisfied smile reflected off the
“Hmm, so says the man who left me high and dry not five minutes ago.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “Is that what you want—a lap dog to do your bidding?” He lifted her up onto the counter and pushed himself between her legs. “Or a man who knows what you want? What you need. And will give it to you.”
He kissed her with a hungry thirst, like a vampire ravenous for blood. Hannah reveled in her feminine power as he lost control. She felt exactly like the female fatale he’d claimed her to be. She’d won. He’d take her right there, right now. No man could resist her. Then the waffle iron dinged. Jake stopped and stepped back before she could tightly wrap her legs around his torso.
“Enjoy the waffles.” He lifted the handle of the iron and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on.
“You’re leaving?” she nearly shrieked the question. Hannah couldn’t believe it. Her body pulsed with want. With need. How could he do this to her?
“That’s what you’ve wanted ever since you woke up this morning.”
She couldn’t stop the frown she knew was forming on her face.
Great, now I’m risking damn wrinkles over this man!
“Your move, Hannah.”
She meant to say something clever, to regain some sort of dignity, but the door had already shut. Just as well. How dignified could she be sitting on the kitchen counter, her robe and legs wide open with steam from that damn appliance spouting into the air?
And damn him if those waffles didn’t smell really, really good.
Chapter 2
J ake flagged a cab outside Hannah’s posh Eastside address. Only after climbing in and giving the driver his downtown one did he allow himself to fume. You’d think she’d be happy he hadn’t rushed out the door like a gigolo or that he wasn’t a pig who got off on seeing his girlfriend naked in a magazine and brag about it to his friends.
It was bad enough his teammates had posted pictures of Hannah from the Victoria Secret catalog all around the locker room to taunt him. To remind him of what he lost when she dumped him.
But last night he’d won her back.
Now he had to figure out how to turn this into a winning streak. The long months apart from Hannah had him questioning everything from his manhood to his sanity. He tried calling her at first, but when she didn’t return his calls his pride demanded he play it cool. Still, that didn’t mean he hadn’t listened intently to every word Samantha said in case she let some vital piece of information slip or relieved when Ryan would throw him a bone with the simple statement of ‘She’s not dating anyone.’ Then Jake would act like he didn’t care and even though his teammate knew the score he’d let Jake slide.
The gossip pages, where Hannah often appeared, offered nothing. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t sharing another man’s bed.
The not knowing was torture.
For a while he tried pretending she didn’t exist—that her loveliness was a figment of his imagination, but her soft moans along with her fevered pitch screams of his name haunted his dreams. Hannah was so right—he did dream of her.
So when he saw the deep rose color of the bridesmaid dress, the memory of the lingerie she wore that first night they made love lingered throughout the day. Jake wondered if she chose the color on purpose to torment him. During the ceremony he undressed her inside his wicked mind—the dress falling to the floor unveiling the bra and panties underneath and then down to nothing but the natural rose-colored areas of her banging body. God worked a true masterpiece when he created Hannah. Before he left he should’ve asked the priest for an emergency Confessional. Hell, when it came to Hannah he’d need a priest on speed dial to keep up with his sinful thoughts and deeds.
One thing was for certain she didn’t have to worry about re-purposing the dress, as it now lay shredded on the bedroom floor. His deep satisfied smile reflected off the
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