moved away.
“No,” he said, taking her hand, desperate to keep her close. “Please. Don’t go.” Because he didn’t want to be alone, because he liked spending time with her, because, Lord help him, he craved her with a ferocity capable of significant damage to his manly assets if he didn’t do something about it.
“I don’t know,” she said in that teasing tone of hers. “You promised to be a perfect gentleman around me.” She looked down at his hand squeezing hers. “Yet the vibe I’m getting is anything but gentlemanly.”
Perceptive.
“I promised not to kiss you again,” he clarified, pulling her back to him. “And I won’t.” He nuzzled in close to her ear and whispered, “Unless you ask me real nice.” He’d get
her
to make the first move, to beg him to touch her for real. Then she’d have no basis to be angry with him afterwards.
“Suppose I stay,” she asked. “What did you have in mind for us to do that doesn’t involve kissing?”
Caressing. Licking. Exploring. “Anything you want.”
CHAPTER SIX
A NYTHING YOU WANT
.
Yikes! An open invitation like that could get a girl into trouble. Or it could satisfy the increasingly distracting yearning responsible for loss of sleep, poorly-timed bouts of daydreaming, and an on-edge/wound-too-tight feeling that Scarlet felt certain a night of stellar sex would remedy.
“
Anything
I want?”
His lips formed a sexy half-smile. “In the closet or outside of it.”
So he’d heard that comment. “We do girls night out once a month,” she explained, trying to ignore the effects his close proximity had on her body. “My friends like to share their sexual exploits over pricey cocktails. And let me tell you, I have some adventurous friends.”
“Dare I hope birds of a feather flock together?” he asked.
In her case, they did. But she wouldn’t tell
him
that. “Anyway,” she emphasized, moving along. “Out of all the places they’ve had sex, and there have been some interesting places, no one in the group has ever done it in a closet.”
“I think you should be the first,” he said in earnest.
Oh did he?
“I have three that can accommodate us,” he added.
She looked up at him. “Us? As in you and me?” She gestured back and forth between them. “As in you and the absolute last woman you should lust after because of my friendship with your daughter?”
“So you have something to talk about the next time you go out with your girlfriends.” He stared into her eyes. “It sounded like it’s been a while since you had anything…adventurous to contribute.”
Eighteen months to be exact. In her defense, they’d been very busy months involving long hours spent at the hospital, with her all female staff. And the majority of men she came in contact with were either married, in the midst of family crisis, or doctors. None of them viable boyfriend material, especially doctors, her professional colleagues, who were as preoccupied by their patients and worked the same insane amount of hours she did. A relationship would never work.
And yet she’d been entertaining some relationship-worthy thoughts about Dr. Lewis Jackson—in a closet.
“You’re a standup guy, Dr. Jackson.” She used his professional credential to remind her who she was dealing with. “Ready to stuff yourself in a closet for me and all.”
“The perfect gentleman in me is willing, able, and ready to assist you in one-upping your friends. And when we’re alone, please call me Lewis.”
“Will you respond to Lou?”
“Only if it’s preceded by ‘kiss me.’”
Not gonna happen. After experiencing the good sense eradicating power of his kiss firsthand, and dreaming of it night after night since then, if Scarlet had any hope of keeping things between them platonic, she could not invite, encourage, or in any way appearto welcome another kiss, because if his lips made contact with hers, she would not be able to resist him. And resist him she
“No,” he said, taking her hand, desperate to keep her close. “Please. Don’t go.” Because he didn’t want to be alone, because he liked spending time with her, because, Lord help him, he craved her with a ferocity capable of significant damage to his manly assets if he didn’t do something about it.
“I don’t know,” she said in that teasing tone of hers. “You promised to be a perfect gentleman around me.” She looked down at his hand squeezing hers. “Yet the vibe I’m getting is anything but gentlemanly.”
Perceptive.
“I promised not to kiss you again,” he clarified, pulling her back to him. “And I won’t.” He nuzzled in close to her ear and whispered, “Unless you ask me real nice.” He’d get
her
to make the first move, to beg him to touch her for real. Then she’d have no basis to be angry with him afterwards.
“Suppose I stay,” she asked. “What did you have in mind for us to do that doesn’t involve kissing?”
Caressing. Licking. Exploring. “Anything you want.”
CHAPTER SIX
A NYTHING YOU WANT
.
Yikes! An open invitation like that could get a girl into trouble. Or it could satisfy the increasingly distracting yearning responsible for loss of sleep, poorly-timed bouts of daydreaming, and an on-edge/wound-too-tight feeling that Scarlet felt certain a night of stellar sex would remedy.
“
Anything
I want?”
His lips formed a sexy half-smile. “In the closet or outside of it.”
So he’d heard that comment. “We do girls night out once a month,” she explained, trying to ignore the effects his close proximity had on her body. “My friends like to share their sexual exploits over pricey cocktails. And let me tell you, I have some adventurous friends.”
“Dare I hope birds of a feather flock together?” he asked.
In her case, they did. But she wouldn’t tell
him
that. “Anyway,” she emphasized, moving along. “Out of all the places they’ve had sex, and there have been some interesting places, no one in the group has ever done it in a closet.”
“I think you should be the first,” he said in earnest.
Oh did he?
“I have three that can accommodate us,” he added.
She looked up at him. “Us? As in you and me?” She gestured back and forth between them. “As in you and the absolute last woman you should lust after because of my friendship with your daughter?”
“So you have something to talk about the next time you go out with your girlfriends.” He stared into her eyes. “It sounded like it’s been a while since you had anything…adventurous to contribute.”
Eighteen months to be exact. In her defense, they’d been very busy months involving long hours spent at the hospital, with her all female staff. And the majority of men she came in contact with were either married, in the midst of family crisis, or doctors. None of them viable boyfriend material, especially doctors, her professional colleagues, who were as preoccupied by their patients and worked the same insane amount of hours she did. A relationship would never work.
And yet she’d been entertaining some relationship-worthy thoughts about Dr. Lewis Jackson—in a closet.
“You’re a standup guy, Dr. Jackson.” She used his professional credential to remind her who she was dealing with. “Ready to stuff yourself in a closet for me and all.”
“The perfect gentleman in me is willing, able, and ready to assist you in one-upping your friends. And when we’re alone, please call me Lewis.”
“Will you respond to Lou?”
“Only if it’s preceded by ‘kiss me.’”
Not gonna happen. After experiencing the good sense eradicating power of his kiss firsthand, and dreaming of it night after night since then, if Scarlet had any hope of keeping things between them platonic, she could not invite, encourage, or in any way appearto welcome another kiss, because if his lips made contact with hers, she would not be able to resist him. And resist him she
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