Someone Like Her by Sandra Owens Page A

grinned. “If you do, I’ll give you mouth to mouth.”
    “Will you now?”
    “Oh, yeah, for sure.” Her eyes strayed to his chest, and then she lifted her gaze to his. “My turn.”
    There was mischief in those eyes, and before Jake could wonder what she was up to she was sitting on his lap. She pushed his unbuttoned shirt aside, scooped up ice cream with her finger, and streaked his chest with chocolate. When she started licking it off, he accepted that he didn’t have the willpower to resist her. Decision made, he joined in the fun.
    He dipped his finger into the ice cream and smeared it over her lips. “You’ve had your turn, now it’s mine.” With a flick of his tongue over her bottom lip, he tasted her and chocolate. Groaning, he covered her mouth with his. She answered with a whimper and pressed her breasts against him, the lace of her bra scraping against his skin.
    “You taste like sin,” he said.
    She lifted her head, a dreamy smile on her face. “And you kiss like an angel.”
    He laughed. He was as far from an angel as a man could get. “Just how many angels have you kissed to know that?”
    “Just you,” she answered, then added, “So far.”
    “Hey, I’m the only angel you need to be kissing.”
    She snorted. “I didn’t say you were an angel, just that you kiss like one.” Her gaze lowered to his neck. “Oops. I got chocolate on your collar.”
    “Then I’m going to have to punish you. I think I’ll put you over my knees and spank you.”
    “You’ll have to catch me first.” She scrambled off his lap and raced to the other side of the table.
    “With pleasure.” Jake made a grab for her across the table. She shrieked and darted to the right. As he’d guessed the direction she would go, she ran right into him. He circled his arms around her and backed her against the wall.
    “You’re a bad girl. What do you have to say for yourself?”
    “Just this.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled herself up his body, wound her legs around his waist, and pushed her groin against his erection.
    “You can’t possibly know how much I want you, Maria.” He thrust his hips against her pelvis. Determined this time to have their clothes off and be deep inside her when he came, he slipped his hands under her bottom to carry her into the bedroom.
    The door from the garage opened and Jamie Turner walked in. Maria’s eyes widened just before she buried her face in Jake’s neck.
    “Shit,” Jake murmured. He let go of her legs and, when her feet were planted on the floor, he whipped off his shirt, slipping it on her.
    Stepping in front of her to block her from view, he glared at Turner. “Saint, what the hell are you doing here?”
    Turner glared right back, his eyes sending a message that Jake was scum. “The boss sent me, and now I understand why.”
    Maria peeked around Jake. “Hi, Jamie. As you can see, we weren’t expecting you, and when I see my brother he’s dead meat.” With her chin up, she marched out of the kitchen. “God, this is so embarrassing,” she muttered as she left.
    “Just what are your intentions, Romeo ? Maria’s not a woman you can toy with.”
    “Fuck. I know.” Jake swiped a hand through his hair. He felt like a teenager caught making out by his parents. To keep from standing there like a guilty child, he picked up the ice cream bowl and busied himself at the sink washing it.
    “And not just because she’s Kincaid’s sister,” Saint said. “She’s special, not your kind of woman.”
    Jake spun, clanging the bowl against the counter. “You think I don’t know that?”
    Saint shrugged. “I thought you did.”
    “What’re you going to tell the boss?”
    “For now, nothing unless he asks a direct question. I won’t lie to him for you, though.”
    As if that was a surprise. Saint didn’t lie for anyone. He also didn’t cuss, drink, or sleep with every woman who crossed his path, thus his nickname. Kincaid probably wouldn’t blink twice