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“Is that what your brain tells you?” He directed her hand to his mouth. “Is that what the other parts of your body tell you?” He kissed each knuckle, slowly, with gentle swipes of his tongue. “I have a feeling you disagree with everything your brain is telling you right now.”
A tiny whimper escaped her.
He stepped a little closer and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply. She shivered at the touch of his lips against her skin.
“Please, Sterling, let me have you,” he whispered. “Let me finish what we started. I can give you so much pleasure. I can help you find what you’re looking for.”
This was the first time a man had ever practically begged to get inside her pants. And how odd that it was coming from Jack, the sexiest, richest, hottest man she had ever encountered. He wanted her. And she just couldn’t believe it.
“Why me?” She exhaled sharply. “What do you want with me?”
“Why not you? You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, and truthfully, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
It didn’t make sense. The girl wearing the khaki skirt and flip-flops didn’t end up with the bad boy.
“You can have anyone you want. Why waste your time with someone like me?”
“You don’t look in the mirror much, do you?”
“Look, I’m going to be working for you and I need…” She stopped herself. There was no reason for him to know she was desperate. That she needed the money. He would probably kick her out of his home if he knew she was the perfect definition of a gold digger—even if she went about it honestly through valid employment. But right now, at this moment, her aching libido didn’t give a rat’s ass about the money. Was it worth the risk of ruining the reputation she’d built?
He grabbed at the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Sweet. Mother. Mary. So worth it.
He was like a real-life magazine ad. Chiseled, tanned, with a soft sprinkling of dark hair and the tattoos. His left arm was inked from wrist to shoulder. Dark swirls of black, flowers, all interwoven in an intricate design. A panther prowled down his right forearm. Scrollwork peeked up over his shoulder on the right side. Would it be rude to ask him to turn so she could better admire him? Sterling never thought she could like tattoos so much, let alone find them downright sexy.
She’d felt the ripple of his abs under his shirt when he’d pressed her up against the boat. She’d gotten a sneak peek of his ink when he’d rolled up his shirtsleeves to help her pick up the broken glass. But the image she’d built up in her head was nothing compared to the real thing.
“Like what you see?”
My God, yes.
Sterling tightened her fists and lowered her eyes. She needed a minute. Just one minute to collect her thoughts without the sight of this sexy man clouding her sense of judgment. And then it hit her. He was only a man. Right here, right now, he wasn’t a celebrity or sex god or any other stereotype he’d been labeled with. He was just a man.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes and groaned. Nope. Nuh-uh. He wasn’t like any other man she’d ever seen before.
“Are you turned off by my tattoos?” Challenge flittered across his face, but only for a second.
“No! I…” Want to run my tongue along every line of those markings. “I like them. But that’s not what I meant when I said I’ve never been with a man like you before.”
He slipped a condom out of his wallet and placed it on one of the shelves. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was always prepared.
“I’ve never been with a man with…”
He undid the buckle of his belt.
She swallowed hard. “…tattoos, but I meant…”
The belt hung loose on both ends as he undid the top button of his jeans, then the plick, plick, plick of the rest of the buttons on his fly echoed within the closet. He revealed his black underwear. She stood stock-still. She wanted this man with an intensity she’d never felt before.
And it was the very reason she feared him.
“You don’t want me,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Her eyes roved the impressive male body. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs, thick and long. There was no way it could be as impressive as the rest of him. He had to have some kind of flaw. His penis. It had to be his penis.
