Sweet and Sinful. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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      Courtney’s throat made a catching sound as she eyed first the ice bucket in the crook of one of his arms and then the growing bulge at the front of his jeans. Her eyes lifted to meet his. With a knowing grin, he silently dared her to reach out and fill up her hands.

      She did. With ice.

      Disappointment sailed through him as she plunked three small chunks of ice into her glass. With a murmured, “Thanks,” she started to turn toward the door.

      No way was he letting her walk away that easily. Not when the air between them radiated with sexual heat and energy. Not when her nipples were pushing hard at the front of her dress, making his mouth hungry and it clear she wore no bra.

      “Stay.” Blaine spoke the word with an edge of demand. Just as he’d been accurate about her naughty thoughts, he had a gut feeling she would be the type who liked to be told what to do when it came to sex. Just as she would want to have her own turn at being the dominant one.

      His mind roaming with kinky demands, he backed the few feet to the table, and set the ice bucket on top. He patted the table’s black lacquered surface. “Have a seat. You wanted to hear how things went in Iraq.”

      Indecision warred in her eyes as she glanced from him to the door and back again. For a moment he entertained the idea her new look was all for show, then he recalled she was on a date. The guy was undoubtedly out in the living room, his presence giving her reason to hesitate.

      Before he could offer up further encouragement, Courtney’s back and forth glances came to a halt. Eagerness took over her expression as she sashayed over on spiked silver heels and set her glass on the table. With a provocative wiggle of her hips, she slid onto the table and balanced her heels on the front edge of a chair. “It had to be scorching hot.”

      “Sweltering,” Blaine agreed with a nod. As was his blood as he appreciated the way her short hem rode up with her position, nearly exposing her panties. If she wore any. “Dry heat, but that doesn’t make it any less potent.”

      Her hand shot out, reaching toward him. The thought she was ready to touch was enough to have his breath jerking in and his dick pearling with pre-cum.

      Her fingers spread but failed to make contact as her eyes trained on his right arm. “Did you do some of the building work yourself?”

      Muscles contracted in his arm reflexively. “I helped out, yeah.”

      “It shows.”

      She’d all but purred the words, sounding as strung out with desire as he felt. That being the case, he flexed the biceps in his right arm a second time. Appreciation shimmered in her eyes and her fingers formed into a fist as if she had to contain them.

      He let out a rough laugh. “You’re allowed to touch.”

      Her tongue came out, dabbing at her lower lip. “I’m good.”

      “I bet you are.”

      Courtney’s gaze flicked to his. Humor meshed with arousal, telling him she hadn’t missed the way he purposefully misunderstood her. The question was, what would she do about it?

      A handful of seconds ticked past as they stared at one another. She looking ready to do him. He waiting for her to follow through on her dirty thoughts for once.

      This time she didn’t disappointment. This time she reclined back on an elbow far enough to reach the ice bucket and then straightened again with an ice cube wedged between her right thumb and forefinger.

      Pupils dilating, she sucked the cube between her bright pink lips—sensuously, slowly—and then traveled it downward. Along the slim column of her neck, past her collarbone. Into the vee of her cleavage exposed above the top edge of her dress. “So in this heat,” she asked in a breathy voice, “there wasn’t even a little moisture?”

      Blaine’s body throbbed with her tone. Again with her intent, as she moved the ice cube lower, down her torso to caress it along the inside of a bare thigh above the band of her stocking.

      Her question registered then. She was asking if he’d slept with anyone while abroad. Generally, he would never go months without sex. In Iraq, neither his high-risk location nor his priorities had left time or room for pleasure. The bulk of each day had been spent focusing on building the wastewater infrastructure, and the bulk of each night doing his best to shut out the sporadic bursts of distant gunfire and explosions to sleep off the wearing effects of the exhausting work and even more exhausting heat.

      That celibacy streak played hell on him now, making his shaft pulse for release. “Not one bit of wetness,” he admitted tightly.

      “That’s hard to believe.” Her fingers worked the ice cube farther up her thigh, almost to the point of disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. “You were away a long time.”

      “I heard there was a lot of moisture here while I was gone.”

      “Some.” The cube pushed higher, and then out of sight. Courtney’s breathing picked up. “There could be more.”

      “Later tonight?” he asked, not bothering to hide his hopefulness.

      “Or now.”

      She didn’t bother to hide her hopefulness either. It came through loud and clear and sexy as hell as her upper body inclined toward him. Her free hand finally touched down on his arm, grabbing hold and jerking him against her.

      He tipped his head back with the move, caught sight of her flushed face. Then her mouth was there, her lips soft yet hungry against his, urgent, taking. Demanding.

      Hell, yes. She was everything he’d imagined and more.

      Lashing his tongue with hers, he pulled aside the chair her feet balanced on and moved between her legs. Hot flesh cradled his hips. Her inner thighs squeezed around him.

      Blaine’s pulse spiked with the carnal move, and he gave his hands over to their urge to roam.

      One hand filled with the warmth of her thigh encased in silk while the other moved beneath the hem of her dress and found her fingers flicking the edge of the ice cube against her sex through her panties. He’d wondered if she would have any on, and he was damned glad to learn that she did. It made taking the ice cube from her and pulling the panties aside to slip the cube inside the lips of her pussy that much sweeter.

      Courtney’s hips surged forward with the frosty contact against her warm folds. She gripped his forearms and whimpered into his mouth. He swallowed the sound with his lips, kissing her harder, deeper, tasting vodka and white-hot female as he worked the ice along the swollen pearl of her clit and into her body until the cube was melted. He filled her sheath with two fingers then, his own sex throbbing with each delectable hug of hers.

      Pulling back from her mouth, he nudged aside her short hair and a dangling earring to nuzzle at her neck. The ecstatic moan that tore from her lips had him placing his mouth back on hers fast. Obviously her neck was a serious pleasure zone. And obviously he was more of a gentleman than he’d ever realized to remember they weren’t truly alone and would be even less so if she kept up with the moaning. Next time she could make all the noise she wanted.

      There would be a next time. Soon, if he had his way.

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