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things…Christ, that was a powerful combination.
To his astonishment, he realized from her spasms and her escalating moans that she was on
the verge of another orgasm. A heartbeat later, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Perry felt his own orgasm being wrenched from his body, as if she were taking it from him.
His body contracted violently with the most mind-numbing release of his life.
Afterward, Perry gently rolled to her side, too stunned to talk. Fortunately, within seconds, Jane had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He turned his head to watch her chest rise and fall, perplexed and disturbed at these…feelings that seemed to be plaguing him.
A torrid affair, they’d agreed. No strings. For the rest of the weekend, he had to make sure
their affair was more about having sex and less about making…love.
Suddenly a smile curved his mouth. If little Jane Kurtz wanted torrid, he’d show her torrid.
Chapter 14
When Jane jerked awake, she was utterly disoriented, her heart thumping wildly.
The room was dark, and an unfamiliar warmth lay next to her.
A man, whose hand was curled over her breast.
Perry Brewer.
She closed her eyes and it all came rushing back—the flirtatious evening, the goodnight at
her hotel room door, her trek to his room, their incredible lovemaking.
Correction—the incredible sex.
She turned her head gingerly to study his sleeping profile in the thin light streaming in
from the bathroom, and to her dismay, her heart flipped over. She couldn’t start thinking that this physical relationship meant anything to Perry other than a chance to settle some chest-thumping score in his mind, to prove to her that he was a nice guy.
A nice guy with a tongue that wouldn’t quit.
Her toes curled as the memories of what he’d done to her came back full force…along with
the urge to flee. She didn’t have experience with men like Perry, but she knew the best way to maintain an emotional distance was to avoid intimate morning-after situations.
So she inched her way out of bed, holding her breath when his hand fell from her breast to
the mattress. But other than a slight interruption in his breathing, Perry didn’t stir. Holding her aching head and wincing at the sore muscles in her hips and legs, she felt around the floor,
looking for her clothes.
She found her bra and the robe, which had her room key in the pocket and when he shifted
in the bed, she decided to sacrifice her panties and vamoose. After shrugging into the robe, she tied the belt, cast one last glance at Perry’s long nude body tangled in the sheets, and let herself out as quietly as possible. In the brightly lit hallway, she squinted and averted her gaze from the passing couple who offered sly smiles in her direction.
An embarrassed flush climbed her face—she never thought she’d be sneaking out of a
man’s hotel room in the middle of the night wearing only her robe.
But she had, she realized as she ducked into her own room, officially unleashed her inner
wild child. She stretched tall on her toes and reached overhead in a yawn that gave way to a quiet little squeal of pleasure as she hugged herself.
Last night had been…magical. When Perry had thrust his body into hers, she thought she
might come undone. She’d never experienced a physical connection like that with any man.
And they still had another day—and night—together.
She smiled to herself, then pushed her hair out of her face and went in search of an aspirin.
A painkiller and a shower later, she fell into her own bed and curled beneath the covers. Her body was exhausted, but her mind didn’t seem to want to shut down.
She kept replaying moments from the previous night that had surprised her—how he’d
gone out of his way to make sure she’d had fun, even at a male strip club.
How he’d been willing to walk away from a night of sex because at first she’d been
uncomfortable. How he’d taken great care to give her
To his astonishment, he realized from her spasms and her escalating moans that she was on
the verge of another orgasm. A heartbeat later, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Perry felt his own orgasm being wrenched from his body, as if she were taking it from him.
His body contracted violently with the most mind-numbing release of his life.
Afterward, Perry gently rolled to her side, too stunned to talk. Fortunately, within seconds, Jane had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He turned his head to watch her chest rise and fall, perplexed and disturbed at these…feelings that seemed to be plaguing him.
A torrid affair, they’d agreed. No strings. For the rest of the weekend, he had to make sure
their affair was more about having sex and less about making…love.
Suddenly a smile curved his mouth. If little Jane Kurtz wanted torrid, he’d show her torrid.
Chapter 14
When Jane jerked awake, she was utterly disoriented, her heart thumping wildly.
The room was dark, and an unfamiliar warmth lay next to her.
A man, whose hand was curled over her breast.
Perry Brewer.
She closed her eyes and it all came rushing back—the flirtatious evening, the goodnight at
her hotel room door, her trek to his room, their incredible lovemaking.
Correction—the incredible sex.
She turned her head gingerly to study his sleeping profile in the thin light streaming in
from the bathroom, and to her dismay, her heart flipped over. She couldn’t start thinking that this physical relationship meant anything to Perry other than a chance to settle some chest-thumping score in his mind, to prove to her that he was a nice guy.
A nice guy with a tongue that wouldn’t quit.
Her toes curled as the memories of what he’d done to her came back full force…along with
the urge to flee. She didn’t have experience with men like Perry, but she knew the best way to maintain an emotional distance was to avoid intimate morning-after situations.
So she inched her way out of bed, holding her breath when his hand fell from her breast to
the mattress. But other than a slight interruption in his breathing, Perry didn’t stir. Holding her aching head and wincing at the sore muscles in her hips and legs, she felt around the floor,
looking for her clothes.
She found her bra and the robe, which had her room key in the pocket and when he shifted
in the bed, she decided to sacrifice her panties and vamoose. After shrugging into the robe, she tied the belt, cast one last glance at Perry’s long nude body tangled in the sheets, and let herself out as quietly as possible. In the brightly lit hallway, she squinted and averted her gaze from the passing couple who offered sly smiles in her direction.
An embarrassed flush climbed her face—she never thought she’d be sneaking out of a
man’s hotel room in the middle of the night wearing only her robe.
But she had, she realized as she ducked into her own room, officially unleashed her inner
wild child. She stretched tall on her toes and reached overhead in a yawn that gave way to a quiet little squeal of pleasure as she hugged herself.
Last night had been…magical. When Perry had thrust his body into hers, she thought she
might come undone. She’d never experienced a physical connection like that with any man.
And they still had another day—and night—together.
She smiled to herself, then pushed her hair out of her face and went in search of an aspirin.
A painkiller and a shower later, she fell into her own bed and curled beneath the covers. Her body was exhausted, but her mind didn’t seem to want to shut down.
She kept replaying moments from the previous night that had surprised her—how he’d
gone out of his way to make sure she’d had fun, even at a male strip club.
How he’d been willing to walk away from a night of sex because at first she’d been
uncomfortable. How he’d taken great care to give her
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