Twins on the Way. Janice Maynard

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      His gray eyes with the hint of blue were cool and distant at the moment. “Which is it?” The question was rife with masculine demand.

      “Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.” She wanted more time to think about this, but if she let the moment pass, she would never see him again. She was tired of being her father’s good little girl. Everyone expected her to live like a nun. And she had. But why? Her whole life was about work, work, work, and earning the love that should be a gift.

      She’d been edgy and stressed for weeks now, arguing with her brother and going head-to-head with her father. Perhaps if she’d had a mother, she could have talked frankly about the fact that she felt like the world’s oldest virgin. About her choice to wait for the right man. And the fact that she’d never even met a guy who honestly tempted her.

      Being raised in Vegas had exposed her to a whole lot of mature situations that gave her an insight into all kinds of adult behavior. But it also took some of the bloom off the rose when it came to romance. She was probably holding out for a fantasy that didn’t even exist except in books and movies.

      She took a deep breath, feeling a funny spin in the pit of her stomach. To hell with her status as the firstborn who never strayed from the straight and narrow. She could blame Gavin for her sexual epiphany, but truthfully, this moment had been coming for a long time. She’d been saving herself for some unknown white knight, but surprisingly, the tarnished armor of a gruff, no-nonsense, make-my-day kind of guy punched all her buttons.

      Though it took a measure of courage and nonchalance she wasn’t sure she could pull off, she went to him and perched on his lap, curling one arm around his neck. “You could kiss me. It might help me make up my mind.”

      A firm hand gripped her hip. He smelled amazing. Woodsy cologne and warm male skin. She wanted things from him. Wild things. Wicked things. And that was saying a lot for a girl who had grown up in sin city.

      “I should toss you out on your butt,” he muttered. “You’re a menace to the male sex.”

      “Really?” Could he be telling the truth?

      “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

      The suspicion in his hard eyes was perhaps warranted, but it stung. “Don’t be that way,” she said. Putting a hand to his stubbly cheek, she smiled wistfully. “I’ll go if you want me to. But I’d really like to stay.”

      He made her wait a miserably long time. Maybe thirty seconds. Or more. She actually felt the moment she won the standoff. Though she was technically on top, Gavin took control right out of the gate. One big hand settled in the curls at the back of her head, pulling her down until his lips could reach hers.

      “Gavin...” She had no idea what she meant to say. When his mouth settled over hers, her brain short-circuited. He was a great kisser. World-class. On a scale of one to ten, a thirteen. The only unlucky thing about that number was that they were both fully dressed.

      He took his time, drawing attention to the fact that her experience was limited at best. Unapologetic, he slid his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the act they both wanted.

      When she was starved for oxygen, he pulled back, his heavy-lidded gaze searching hers. “I don’t know why you’re here,” he said gruffly, with perhaps the slightest note of accusation in his voice.

      “I can leave.” It would probably be best if she did. What had started as a personal declaration of independence suddenly seemed far more serious.

      “Do you do this often?”

      The insinuation infuriated her. “No,” she snapped. “How about you?”

      He grinned. “Never. Maybe we’re experiencing Vegas madness. I’ve heard about it.”

      “I wouldn’t know,” she sniffed. “I’m a native.”

      “And I’m a novice.”

      “You’re not a novice anything,” she said drily. “But I could show you the sights if you’re interested.”

      “I fly home tomorrow.”

      “We have tonight.” She was skating a fine line between taking what she wanted and being totally reckless. But after four years of college and two years of grad school without a break, she wanted to know how it felt to be a woman. In every way.

      He toyed with the neckline of her dress. The feel of his slightly rough fingertips on her bare skin made her nipples pebble. “The only sights I’m interested in at the moment are in this room.”

      The words were flat. Unadorned with emotion. The blaze in his eyes more than made up for it. So much so that she almost chickened out. To him, she had been a damsel in distress. He had acted honorably, protecting her from a perceived enemy. Only a man with high moral standards did that...right?

      She’d always been a good judge of character. It was a necessary skill growing up in Vegas, particularly when your family had a lot of money. Every gut instinct she possessed told her that Gavin Kavanagh was one of the good guys. He was leaving in the morning. Was there any point in starting something that would never amount to anything more?

      Playing by the rules was a first-child burden. Good grades, never breaking curfew, always trying to satisfy the parental units. Tonight she was damned if she was going to miss out on something incredible because she was too afraid to take a walk on the wild side.

      “I’d like to take a shower.” The follow-up didn’t need to be spelled out.

      “May I join you?”

      So polite. But it wasn’t really a question. She swallowed hard. “I suppose.”

      He shifted her out of his lap onto her feet. Her legs felt like overcooked pasta and her heartbeat was none too steady.

      “I like your hair.” He ruffled his hand through it, mussing the style.

      Every time she thought she had him pinned down, he surprised her. Men in general had little patience when it came to sexual gratification. At least the ones she knew. Gavin, on the other hand, possessed remarkable restraint.

      “Thank you,” she said.

      “Don’t get shy now.” He chuckled, taking her hand and leading her across the thick carpet that made her toes curl.

      The bathroom was palatial and decadent. She spared a glance for the hot tub, but Gavin shook his head. “Later.”

      He turned the faucet control in the glass enclosure. Triple showerheads sprouted streams of water. “Last chance.”

      They were both still fully clothed except for her shoes. Though he might not like it, she knew she could turn around and leave the suite. He wouldn’t chase after her. Her confidence wavered. Was she really about to get stark naked with a handsome stranger in his opulent shower stall?

      She spared a glance in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman who stood there. “Do you have any wine?”

      “Needing a bit of Dutch courage, are we?”

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