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"I'm not doing anything," he said, feigning innocence but leering at her like a horny frat boy.
"Yes, you are. Just yesterday we said we wouldn't do this."
"I'm not doing anything. I'msuggestingdoing things."
"You're horrible," she said.
"And you're sexy," he said."So what are we going to do about that?"
11
JAKE KNEW HE was playing with fire, sitting beside Eva, teasing her about what they'd vowed never to mention again, but he couldn't help himself.
She looked so damn adorable in her gym shorts, tennis socks, and navy department T-shirt stretched tight over her no doubt magnificent breasts. Hellfire, he wanted to see those breasts.
Yeah, he'd been thinking about what he'd do to her ever since she'd lifted herself onto her toes and kissed him outside the church just over a week ago.
He'd promised he wouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself.
"We're not doing anything about anything," Eva said, holding up a finger. "You promised, and you're a man of your word. Remember the complications? Think about that. We work together."
"But what about the pleasure?" he countered. "Pleasure has a way of making complications small. Almost the size of a BB."
Jake traced a finger along the length of her thigh. Her skin was gorgeous. Not a flaw on her. And she was soft as angel's wings, or something equally downy.
He heard her intake of breath, felt the triumph surge in his blood. Eva wanted him. No doubt about that. But could he use her desire against her?
What would that make him?
A creep? A man whose word meant nothing?
He curled his fist. Then he scooted across the couch, putting distance between them.
Eva glanced at him. "What?"
"Nothing".
"No, what?"
He pushed a hand through bis hair. "You're right. We said- I said- that we wouldn't play with fire, so I won't."
"Play with fire? Is that a joke?"
"Oh, because we're firefighters? Or because you don't understand how much I want to drag you into my lap, kiss you until you lose any concept of reason, and then find out just how close I came to guessing your bra size. 34D?"
Eva's mouth gaped a bit and then she swallowed. "Uh, 36DD.”
"Hell," he breathed, looking away... at the fridge. At the flyer one of the guys from another shift had taped to it, advertising a band playing at the Rocking J Saloon in Gonzales. Anything to get his mind off the fact Eva's breasts would overflow his hands... that they'd be perfect to bury his face between, inhaling the spicy complexity that was his Eva.
No. Not his Eva. Just Eva.
Eva dropped her feet and rose. "Uh, what do you think we should do for dinner? Dutch said he'd grill chicken but since he's out maybe an omelet? Or we could defrost a pizza?"
Jake sat a second, trying to trample the desire that had sunk its teeth into him. "How about pancakes?"
"Pancakes?" Eva didn't turn around but instead started clearing out the dishwasher. She needed something to do, to keep herself busy obviously.
"I can make my grandmother's recipe. It's a Burnsides classic with a secret ingredient."
