Take Me. Cherry Adair

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      Oh, boy. Definitely dangerous.

      They were practically making love while vertical. Joshua brushed his mouth across her forehead and Jessie felt dizzy with longing. She struggled to find a topic of conversation to keep herself sensible. “Noble’s was the first commercial interior design job I ever did on my own. I’d never done any commercial work until Con convinced Charlie to let me do—”

      She glanced up while she was speaking. Why did he have to look at her like that? She licked her bottom lip, losing her train of thought.

      Joshua’s eyes smoldered; he drew her closer. “You did a superb job.” He caught her nipple between the backs of two fingers and exerted gentle pressure. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her eyes glazed.

      Her skin felt overly sensitive, almost electrified. Get a grip, Jessie. “How would you know? You haven’t even looked.” She managed a smile, and covered his eyes with her hand. She was demonstrative by nature and didn’t give the impulsive act a moment’s thought. But touching his bare skin, no matter what part of his body, was a mistake. A huge mistake.

      “Tell me what you like about it.” Her voice sounded strangled. Joshua’s hot breath fanned the edge of her palm, his hips moved in a lazy, age-old rhythm that was making her insane, and his tweaking fingers had her libido at fever pitch. Jessie shifted slightly and rested her elbow high on his shoulder, feeling the play of muscles and the tantalizing brush of his hair on her overly sensitized skin as they swayed to the music. When had their feet stopped moving?

      “I like the plaid carpet. And the mahogany paneling, the subtle lighting on the seascapes.” He was very observant. The thought gave her a chill. Watch yourself, Jessie. “And the brass lighting and the dance floor.” She felt his eyes move beneath her fingers.

      “Lord,” he said roughly, nuzzling her temple. “You smell like sin.”

      She withdrew her tingling palm and vowed to keep her hands to herself from now on. His lips skimmed her cheek.

      “Would you make those sweet little moans for me in bed, Jessie? Would you whimper?” His teeth teased the shell of her ear. “You’d be hot and so sweet.” He paused, breathing as raggedly as she, and when he spoke again his words were a fragmented whisper against her cheek. “Do you lie in bed at night and wonder how you’d move beneath me? How incredible it would feel to have me deep inside you?”

      The picture came to her in vivid Technicolor and her mouth went dry. She gave him a cool look. “Actually…no.”

      “Liar.” His pale eyes looked as hot as lava. “I can see how much you want me. I can see your heart pounding.” He used the tips of two fingers to measure the pulse at her throat. “Right here.” He dropped his hand, satisfied as her pulse throbbed even harder.

      “I don’t like the way I behave around you, Jessie Adams. It’s completely out of character and I don’t like it at all.” He said it like a caress. Like a curse.

      She smiled, but inside a frightened little voice silently echoed his sentiment. “I thought I made you hot.”

      “Oh, you do. Make no mistake about that.” A muscle jerked in his jaw. “Hell, right now I wouldn’t give a damn if half the press corps sat at the next table. That’s how much I want you.”

      His face was just inches away; she could see herself reflected in his eyes. Jessie dug her short nails into her palms until she regained her senses.

      “Wow,” she said dulcetly. “That much?” She’d observed men play the game of “I want you until I have you” all her life. “Then it’s a good thing we’re in a public place.”

      “Which is why I’m not stripping your clothes off.” His brows drew together in a frown. “As a rule, I’m a patient man. Congratulations, you’ve managed to try that patience to the limit.” His fingertips ran along her jaw and left a trail of heat in their wake. His thumb glided over her lower lip.

      “You and I have different priorities, Joshua.” She struggled to control her own libido. “Satisfying your expectations is on the very bottom of my list. I happen to have a life of my own and you’re only a very small part of it.”

      “That’s going to change, Jessie. Very soon I’m going to be a major part of it.”

      His arrogance and self-confidence were bred to the bone. “Don’t be too optimistic, Mr. Falcon. This is our first date and I don’t like having a man tell me what to do, or when to do it.”

      His gaze rested on her mouth before he looked her right in the eye. “Are you telling me we won’t become lovers?”

      “I haven’t decided one way or the other—yet.” She ignored the little thrill of excitement skimming her nerves. She fought the unwelcome, insidious attraction with a reminder it was a physical ailment, like a cold or the flu, and would pass.

      “You’ll be the second person to know once I make up my mind.” She glanced at the table where the wait staff hovered. “Oh, our dinner’s arrived.” Her hand slid down his arm and caught his as they returned to the table.

      Joshua sat down and flicked his napkin onto his lap with controlled irritation. “Are you always this stubborn?”

      “Let’s say I’m extremely selective. I don’t jump into bed at the drop of a hat. And, frankly, the thought of tossing my underwear into your collection is something I have to think about.”

      “Will I see you tomorrow?” he bit out, his expression savage. Desire dilated his eyes. Clearly part of him loved the challenge; the rest of him wanted her. Now.

      Please God, next Wednesday was the next and last time she planned to see him. She’d see how Mr. Impatience liked waiting another week. She groaned inwardly. At the rate she was going, he might become a vapor trail before tonight was over.

      “Let’s see if we manage to complete this evening unscathed first, shall we?”

      Amusement flared in his eyes. Jessie was afraid he knew exactly what she was experiencing. He leaned back in the booth, his expression bland as his hot gaze raked her face. “We’ll see just which of us raises the white flag first then, shall we?”

      Jessie relaxed the tense muscles gripping her spine. She didn’t even own a white flag. He had no idea just how stubborn and determined she could be.

      Neither of them was getting any sex tonight, she reminded herself. After dinner she would drive herself home. Alone. It made a world of difference to her nerves when she leveled the playing field. The balance of power was in her hands tonight.

      He might wonder.

      But she knew.

      THE SUN SHONE BRIGHT as a spring day, but there was still a nip in the air as Joshua strolled beside Jessie at the antique street fair one Sunday afternoon. She wore blue jeans that did marvelous things to her long legs and heart-shaped butt, a short, screaming orange sweater, and a brightly patterned silk scarf. The outfit was so Jessie, as he was finding out. She hadn’t worn the bold colors to attract attention, Joshua knew, although several СКАЧАТЬ