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For a while now, he’d been hovering on the edge of ready, but every potential relationship was fraught with suspicion about the motives of the other party. After Ashley’s tell-all to the tabloids—and it didn’t matter that most of it was a bald-face lie—he was more careful now. More circumspect. He needed to keep that train of thought on the track and not get derailed with thoughts of waking up with Lili’s soft body curled into his…Jesus.
Her mouth quirked like she could read his thoughts. “Doesn’t every man need a great woman, or a great man, behind him?”
“What about the great woman? Doesn’t she have her own needs?”
“All us great women have needs.” She wrapped her lips around the opening of her longneck beer and he stifled that groan he’d been fighting all fucking night. His dick twitched in commiseration.
Just to complete the circle of torture, he grabbed his beer from the bar and snuck a stealthy glance into the shadowy valley of her cleavage,. White cotton bra, none too exciting, but those breasts... yes. They plumped up over the edges like succulent, golden peaches. His lips skimmed close to her ear, and he paused to breathe in her hair’s scent like he could store it for another day. Rosemary and mint.
“What kind of needs do you have, Lili?” he whispered.
“Oh, a guy with all his own teeth who’s good at foot rubs and can give earth-shattering orgasms. Nothing special.”
Ask a stupid question. Drawing back, he responded to her salvo with his most penetrating gaze. She held it for a moment, but then a shiver of doubt crossed her face. Ducking her head, she took a long draught of her beer.
That little exchange told him two things.
It had been far too long since he’d had sex. And he was officially in trouble.
The silence drew between them like a piñata poised to be hacked down and he hesitated, knowing he was sending her mixed signals. When you devour a woman with every look, it’s
understandable she might have certain expectations. He wanted her, but he also wanted something he couldn’t put a label on. Not yet.
Several thudding heartbeats later, she slid off the stool and pressed her body against his, her soft breasts teasing his ribs and prompting every nerve to revolt. With her hand flat on his chest, she tilted her face up and gave him the full benefit of those baby blues.
“Okay, I’m out,” she said. “You’re what?”
“I’m out.” Drawing back, she crossed her arms, which plumped up her cleavage to HAZMAT levels. “Jack, I’m not one for playing games.”
“Neither am I.”
She cocked a generous hip, projecting the don’t-fuck-with-me thing perfectly. “Have you or have you not been staring the bejesus out of me since I brained you with that frying pan?”
“Well, yes—”
“And wouldn’t any girl in my position interpret that as an indication of your interest?”
“I suppose so, but—”
“So you’re all hat, no cattle. Or maybe, we got our signals crossed.”
“I thought we were having a nice chat,” he said, sounding like a little old biddy in a tea shop. A nice chat?
She’d already checked out of their nice chat and was now surveying the crowd. “Is Laurent still here?” she asked, her gaze taking inventory of the bar.
“Yes, he is but—” His heart stuttered. “Are you taking the piss?” She fanned her waist with both hands. “Take a good look, Kilroy.” He took.
“I owe it all to spaghetti.”
“Good line.”
“Sophia Loren,” adding, “she’s an Italian actress,” in case he’d been living under a rock for the last thirty years, he supposed. She gave a wobbly, likely tipsy, pirouette, delivering a taste of all the angles. It was a very, very pleasant view.
“You had your chance, but you blew it. I think your sexy French minion will be more than willing to tap this.” She turned and it took every iota of his strength not to reach out and stroke her very tappable arse. Cup it and squeeze it. Slap it so she cried out in surprise.
“Au revoir,” she said with a racy smile over her shoulder, taking another step away from him and his raging hard on. Then two more steps and she was out of his immediate orbit on her way toward the jukebox and…shit. Laurent.
That had not just happened.
