The Guy Next Door: Ready, Set, Jett / Gail's Gone Wild / Just One Taste. Victoria Dahl

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СКАЧАТЬ honestly, she hadn’t been with that many men. For a twenty-seven-year-old woman, her sexual experiences were few and far between.

      He studied her with lowered brows and grave intensity. “But you let me.”

      They both knew they’d just crossed some boundaries into new intimacy. Very softly she replied, “Yes.”

      Still holding her captive in his gaze, Jett whipped the sheet away from her, causing her to yelp. “I think you and I are going to share a lot of firsts together.”

      She tried to block his hands, but he laughed until he got her pinned down then coaxed her, saying softly, “Let me.”

      And she caved.

      Jett didn’t realize it, but he’d already been her first in many ways. Her first fling. Her first orgasm—at least through intercourse. Her first spontaneous encounter. Her first time being tied.

      And now this.

      It unnerved her, the complete and varied ways she enjoyed him. But it also felt so right.

      She didn’t fight him as he cleaned her body. She didn’t look away from him either. What she’d expected to be horribly awkward just…wasn’t.

      Not with Jett.

      He was so earthy, so comfortable with all things sexual, that he put her at ease with his attitude alone.

      When he finished, he kissed the inside of her thigh then cupped his hand over her. “I like taking care of you.”

      Natalie wanted to touch him, to go to her knees and kiss him.

      To have him again.

      She started to move and he said, “Be right back.” He returned to the bathroom but was gone only a few minutes.

      Natalie stared at the ceiling, attempting to sort her thoughts, to order her priorities.

      He returned to his side of the bed, sitting with one leg bent on the mattress, his gaze all over her body again. Neither of them could ever deny the physical attraction—it showed whenever they were together, in the way they watched each other, how they touched and that sharp level of awareness.

      “Before we get sidetracked again, tell me that you’re going to stay.”

      She wanted to pull him down to her, but she held herself in check. “How long?”

      At her reply, his shoulders stiffened. “Is it really asking so much?”

      Of course it wasn’t. She felt like a heel. “Sorry. As you said earlier, old habits die hard.”

      One brow rose up. “Meaning you’re used to deflecting guys in bed after they’ve just had sex with you?”

      That brought her to her knees. She poked a finger at his chest. “Don’t you dare judge me, Jett Sutter! You can’t very well claim inexperience.”

      He eyed her breasts. “No.” Catching her finger, he tugged her closer. “But you’re different from every other woman I’ve been with, so I sure as hell don’t want to be the same as every other guy.”

      Oh, God. He wasn’t. Molly gave an exasperated sigh. “What I meant is that I’m not used to letting anyone get close, regardless of the circumstances.”

      “Not even family?”

      She didn’t want to explore the possibility, but if Jett did have any illusions about easy money, she could set him straight right now. “Especially not family. Well, except for Molly.”

      “Your sister.”

      She nodded. “We’re close.”

      He caught her chin and lifted her face. “You’re estranged from your father.” It wasn’t a question.

      Damn. He really had been snooping. When she started to withdraw, he caught the back of her neck.

      “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that.” Then he shook his head, and his voice firmed. “No, that’s not precisely true. I do care.”

      Of course he did.

      As if he’d read her thoughts again, he gave her a look of censure. “It’s one hell of an insult to be called a gold digger.”

      “I didn’t.”

      “But you’re thinking it.” He dragged her in close for a hard smooch. “I bought land a few years ago and was saving to build my own house. I have about half the cash up front in the bank and can easily afford a loan on the rest. I would have started on the house already, but I met you, and since then I haven’t been in a big hurry to move out of here. But I will eventually.”

      He’d stayed in the apartment complex for her? Staggered, she asked, “How much land?”

      “Only ten acres. But it’s secluded, and pretty. A stream runs through it.” He gave her a look. “You want to see it? Maybe check out my bank account so you’ll know I’m not in desperate financial straits?”

      She couldn’t blame him for getting nasty. “Jett…”

      “What I have is nothing compared to your father’s money. But you can believe me when I say I’m happy. I have what I want, and I got it on my own.”

      “I’m sorry.” What else could she say?

      “I care about your relationship with your father only because I think that’s one of the reasons you’re shutting me out.”

      And…he wanted in?

      Natalie put a hand to her head, trying to think. Maybe all this could wait until she’d had time to think about it. “I’m leaving tomorrow for the lake. I’ll be gone for a week—”

      He surprised her by saying, “I’ll go with you.”

      Her eyes widened; he couldn’t be serious. But one look at his set face and she knew he was. She scrambled for a reply. “You don’t have to work?”

      “I take time off when I want—that’s a perk to being your own boss.” He stood, stretched elaborately and went to his dresser to get out boxers. As he stepped into them, he asked, “How long is your break?”

      Well. Natalie knew he was bulldozing her, but the idea of having Jett along tempted her. She had almost dreaded the time away because she would miss him and their special time together.

      She licked her lips. “Ten days.”

      “No problem.”

      But she emphasized, “In isolation.” Jett might be expecting a real vacation with dinners out, live performances, something more than a quaint cabin on a secluded lot at an off-season vacation lake.

      “Sounds great.”

      She couldn’t help but fret. Never had she taken a vacation, especially such a lackluster СКАЧАТЬ