“No,” I say instantly.
“You sure?” She closes the oven door, sets the timer, and then spins to face me. “You seem really interested in it all of a sudden.”
“That part of my life is over.” I admit, scrubbing a hand through my hair.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been married—and divorced—twice.”
“So you’re just going to what? Give up on love?”
“I like my peace,” I admit.
“Has to be lonely, though,” she says, rinsing her hands off in the sink. I watch as the soap suds over her fingers, unable to keep my imagination from running wild. What would it feel like to have those soft hands slide up the side of my neck and tangle in my hair? Or to have them circled around my cock?
“I’m fine,” I grunt.
“Sure you are.”
“I am.”
She raises an eyebrow at me in challenge.
“I like my life the way it is. Without complications.”
“Maybe you’ve just forgotten how good sex could be.”
An instant image of her naked and tangled in my sheets as I hover above her, pummeling that sweet pussy, assaults me without warning. Instead of shaking it away like I fuckingshould, I lean into the impulse as I cage her against the kitchen counter, one hand on either side of her hip.
“I assure you, I have not forgotten a thing when it comes to sex, sweetheart.”
“Prove it,” she says, holding her ground.
I cup her cheek, tracing her jawline with my thumb. “You couldn’t handle sex with me, Harley.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’d be fucking ruined for all men when I’m through with you.”
“Pretty bold claim.”
Maybe it’s because she’s goading me and I’m too stupid to fight through it. Maybe it’s because I’ve been insanely attracted to Harley Greer since the first day Mandi introduced us over a family dinner. Maybe it’s because deep down I know this woman has beenminesince the first moment our eyes met across that dinner table.
Whatever the reason, I stop resisting.
I tilt Harley’s chin up and capture that pretty mouth with my own.
Chapter 5
Harley
One minuteI’m teasing Tripp right across a line we both know we shouldn’t cross, the next our lips have pole-vaulted right over that line and said fuck it. I sink into his kiss, melting my body into his. Our lips move together in perfect rhythm as our tongues perform a slow, easy tango. It’s as though we’ve always known exactly how to kiss one another.
Tripp’s hand slides down my side, settling on my hip and squeezing. The other glides up my sweatshirt, stopping only when there’s a full lace-covered boob cupped in its palm. Wetness pools between my legs at the feel of his hard length pressed into my arched belly.
I whimper, wondering if he’s going to take me right here on his kitchen counter. That would sure as hell beat a kiss under the mistletoe.
Then the over timer beeps, and we jump apart once again.
