Turn Me On by Faye Avalon Page A

dinner. He selected a rare steak
for himself and lightly poached salmon for Lissa, which he knew was her
favorite. Reaching for the phone, he gave the order and specific instructions
as to how and when it should be served. He hoped he was doing the right thing
and she wouldn’t flip out on him again for presuming to order for her.
    He grabbed the remote and sat back on the sofa. Channel surfing, he
thought of Lissa. She’d looked so damn beautiful when she’d stepped out of the
taxi that morning. She’d looked…vulnerable, he realized now. Shit. Why hadn’t
he seen it before? Why hadn’t he spent more time reassuring her about this
whole deal of theirs? It was different for women. They needed stroking and
encouragement. It can’t have been easy for her.
    Damn. Why the hell had he brought her here? She’d likely hate it. Worst
case scenario, she might pack up her overnight bag and run. As fast as those
long, sexy legs could carry her.
    He was in the process of considering whether to settle the bill and
drive them home, when the door to the bedroom opened. He glanced over his
shoulder, and his heart all but stopped.
    Lissa stood in the doorway wearing some navy lace deal that pushed her
breasts up toward her chin. Her fabulous legs were bare, while her feminine
folds were covered by a thin scrap of material secured at the hip by strips of
ribbon. A floaty kind of wrap skimmed her shoulders and fell almost to the
floor.
    His mouth went dry. His blood heated to boiling. He shifted so he could
keep his eyes on her as she sashayed over to the back of the couch. She touched
his shoulder as she floated past him and he caught the whiff of something
sensuously provocative.
    When she stood in front of him, he let his gaze drift slowly up and down
her silky body, lingering at strategic points until his hands craved to feel
her and his cock ached to fill her.
    “Do you like?” she asked, lowering her eyes so she could look at him
through long dark lashes.
    He wasn’t sure he could speak right then, seeing as he was in danger of
swallowing his tongue. So he simply nodded.
    She lowered herself and straddled him. He felt her heat right through
his trousers, which didn’t do his straining cock any good.
    Smiling wickedly, she placed her hands on his shoulders and shimmied
against his erection. “If you like, what are you planning to do about it?”
    Shit. Was it possible his already massive erection could grow larger,
harder?
    He tried to quiet the blood raging through his system, tried to think
cold-shower thoughts in the hope he could hold off before they got to the
bedroom.  
    “I ordered dinner.” Was that his voice? Full of gravel?
    She straightened and sat back. “Dinner. Are you serious?”
    “You said you were hungry.”
    Her eyes stayed steady on his. “Wouldn’t you prefer a plateful of what
I’m offering?”
    “Every time.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?”
    Yeah, he thought. What the fuck was he waiting for?
    He shifted, holding her tight around the waist as he stood. Lissa
squealed and wrapped her legs around him, clinging on and laughing as he
carried her into the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed.
    He looked down at her, beyond pleased that all her earlier qualms had
apparently disappeared. She looked as she always did in the moments before they
had sex.
    Horny. Willing. Beautiful.
    He kissed her, allowing himself the pleasure of running his hands down
her body. When her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, he shuddered.
    “I love your body,” she purred between kisses. “All that hard muscle and
smooth skin.”
    Staying her hand as she reached down between them, he laughed softly.
“What’s your hurry?”
    She pouted. “I’m starting to worry about you. First you talk about
dinner, now you’re stopping me touching you.” She tried to reach for him again,
but he tightened his hold on her wandering hand. “And here I was thinking it
was only me feeling weird.”
    He leaned back so he