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Judging from that kiss, she was passionate about quite a few things. Just thinking about it calmed the impulse to get the hell out of town. He could do this. The distraction Jules offered pretty much guaranteed he could do this.
It’s just a matter of figuring out how far you want to take it.
Now that was a dumb thing to think. He knew exactly how far he wanted to go with Jules Rodriguez.
All the goddamn way.
Adam shook his head, damning himself to hell for the kind of thoughts that type of thing brought up. Her wrapping those long legs around his waist, her mouth on his, her making helpless little noises while he… “Get a hold of yourself. You’re not sleeping with the woman. You’re taking her on a date.” She was a good girl—and Daniel’s cousin.
But she wants to be bad.
He ignored the voice inside him and marched around back to the door where she’d told him to meet her. He barely got his hand up to knock when it was flung open, revealing a breathless Jules. She must have run down the narrow stairs behind her, because her cheeks were flushed and her chest rose and fell hard enough that it looked like her breasts were in danger of spilling free.
Adam nearly swallowed his tongue. “What in the hell are you wearing?”
She looked panicked. “Oh, this little thing?” She pulled at the bottom of her tied-up tank top, belying her attempt at being casual. Not that he was complaining, exactly, but the shorts were several precious inches shorter than the ones she’d worn the other night—so short that the pockets peeked out in the front and he was pretty damn sure if she turned around, he’d be able to see the bottom curve of her ass.
She looked like some country-music video piece of tail.
The only thing that was the same was the well-worn boots on her feet. Jules pushed her mass of dark hair off her face and frowned. “Is something wrong? You said we were going out to burgers, so I didn’t dress up and—”
Fuck, she was killing him. “It’s fine.” But the slice of stomach and length of her long legs and the cleavage that her low-cut tank top revealed…they were making it hard to remember that he was supposed to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t in public trying to make a spectacle of themselves. It’s still Jules beneath the clothes—what little of them there are. Right. He just had to remember that, and—
Adam’s thoughts screeched to a halt as she turned around and bent over to pick up her purse on the bottom stair. He’d been right about the shorts playing peekaboo with her ass. He gripped the doorframe, unable to tear his gaze away from the place where her mile-long legs met the curve of her ass. The shorts didn’t reveal as much as he’d expected, but somehow that only made them more erotic. He wanted to set his teeth to that curve and then lick his way around…
Stop it. For fuck’s sake, if you don’t, you’re going to maul her right here in her doorway.
He forced himself to take a step back, and then another one. She hadn’t signed on for hot and sweaty sex, and he had to remember that. This wasn’t about him and his nearly unbearable desire for her—as unexpected as it was inconvenient. This was about doing her a favor.
Right. Keep telling yourself that. You wanted a distraction, now don’t going complaining that you got what you asked for—in spades.
She locked the door behind her and turned with a smile. “I feel ridiculous. Do I look ridiculous?”
He had to clear his throat twice to answer. “No.”
“Are you okay?” Just like that, her smile disappeared, and her face fell. “Oh God, you’re lying, aren’t you? I look like a two-bit hooker.” She pulled on the bottom of her shorts. “I’m going to go change. This was such a bad idea. Maybe we should just call the whole thing off.”
“Sugar, stop.” He grabbed her wrist, changing her course so that her momentum brought her slamming into his chest. “You look great.”
“You’re really sweet for lying, but—”
“Jules, stop talking.” He pressed his free hand to the small of her back, bringing her flush against him. Her mouth opened in a little O of surprise when she pressed against where he was rock hard. “You feel that?” As if there was any chance of her missing it with them this close. Adam waited for her to nod. “You did that to me. I see you in those little shorts and all I can think of is getting a handful of your ass as I lift you up and thrust against where you’re warm and soft and wet for me.”
She blinked. “Oh.”
