Seduce Me by Jill Shalvis

daring look. “Are you asking me to somehow show you I am in no way ready for the old folks’ home? Because that’s what it sounds like, and believe me, this body is still in prime condition, and I’m willing to prove it.”
    She laughed. “Has a line like that ever actually worked for you?”
    He rubbed his jaw, looking only a little sheepish. “Yeah.”
    Sam gave a slow shake of her head. “That’s a sorry statement of my entire gender.” But inside, her whole body continued to hum with excitement.
    Jack started the car and they drove out of the lot. “I think Heather pulled in a ton of money today.”
    â€œEntertaining kids is a lot harder than I thought.”
    â€œYou were a damn good sport about it.” He glanced at her. “Thanks for—”
    She laughed, shook her head. “Oh, no you don’t.”
    â€œOh, no I don’t what?”
    â€œYou are not going to thank me.”
    â€œUh…okay. Why not?”
    She lifted a shoulder. “Because you were a good sport, too, and I’m not going to thank you. Everyone should give back to their community like that, and I’m ashamed to say I don’t, not really. But I like the way I feel right now, so I’m going to try to change that.”
    He glanced at her but didn’t say a word, not until he pulled into Wild Cherries. Turning off the engine, unhooking first his seat belt and then hers, he faced her. He slid his hands to hers when she might have gotten out of the car. “You’re an amazing woman, Samantha O’Ryan. Anyone ever tell you that?”
    She knew her smile was far too dreamy for her own comfort. “Stop it. You don’t know me well enough to say that. You don’t know the truth.”
    â€œAnd what’s the truth?”
    â€œI’m bossy, outspoken and don’t follow rules very well.” She squirmed a little. “Among other things.”
    â€œYeah. So?” Lifting a hand, he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, then trailed his finger down her throat until her breath caught.
    â€œThat doesn’t scare you?” she whispered.
    â€œThat you’re bossy, outspoken and don’t follow rules?” He looked into her eyes and laughed. “Maybe if you were my financial adviser, but no…” He traced her throat again, down to the very base of her neck where she knew her pulse had just leaped. “You don’t scare me.” He dipped his head and kissed the spot his finger had just touched.
    The feel of his lips on her had her head falling back a little, her eyes closing. She told herself that the reason she didn’t scare him because this…this thing between them wasn’t going anywhere. Nowhere except quite possibly—hopefully—to the bedroom, and they both understood that.
    She repeated it to herself to make sure she got it. This wasn’t going anywhere. Neither of them wanted any such connection. No matter howmany times she said it, however, it didn’t seem to ring true, which led her to a bigger dilemma. Was this more than just girl meets boy, girl enjoys boy for summer, then girl moves on?
    No. This was temporary only. Fun. Uninhibited. And at the moment, with his mouth cruising its way over her collarbone, hair brushing the underside of her chin, his hands on her hips, that worked for her. That worked really well.
    Even though she suspected she’d need another pep talk soon enough. “Jack?”
    He’d made his way to her shoulder, bared by her sundress, and he gave her a playful nip that he promptly soothed with a kiss. “Hmm?”
    â€œWant to come in?”
    He went still, then lifted his head and met her gaze. “For…another hot chocolate?”
    â€œNot exactly.” She winced. “I don’t just work here. I, uh…live above the café.”
    â€œYou do?”
    â€œYeah. I don’t usually like guys to know