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“I didn’t peg you for the jealous type,” he said.
When they reached the bar, he pressed his hand to the small of her back, searching her eyes, because jealousy and this confident woman did not go hand in hand. Once again he was struck by the challenge and seduction warring in her eyes as he’d seen—and lusted over—last night. His eyes fell to the sexiest mouth he’d ever tasted. Willing, able, and demanding. Man, he liked that last part a whole hell of a lot more than he thought possible. It had been her aggressiveness that placed her front and center in his fantasies last night, lying across his bed with her luscious lips wrapped around his cock. Heat shot down his spine with the memory of how hard he’d come, and all his blood rushed south. His throbbing cock reminded him it was time to get this intriguing woman figured out once and for all, so he could take her to bed or be done with her and move on.
He preferredtaking.
She pressed her index finger in the flesh between his open collar and ran it slowly down the center of his chest, stoking the fire her nearness caused.
“Don’t mistake being impressed for jealousy.” One slim brow arched for emphasis. “You’re a one-night stress reliever for me. It’s the other women who are jealous.” Her finger left his chest and chased her tongue along her lower lip.
She was so fucking sexy he had to fight the urge to drag her to his office and bend her over the desk. He was beginning to think one night with Tiffany Winters would never be enough.
She lowered her voice to an even more alluring tone and said, “By this time tomorrow night I will have had my fill of you and moved on.”
Challengeaccepted.
“You keep telling yourself that, Summers.” He gave her ass a smack and moved behind the bar. “What’s your pleasure?”
Leaning across the bar, and giving him a clear view down her blouse, she said, “You want me to divulge that across the bar?”
Oh baby, he liked her sassiness. So did the two guys flanking her. Giving them a back-off glare, to which they abruptly looked away, he returned his attention to his smart-tongued temptress. “No. I prefer youshow me. When you’re on your knees.” Loving the flush rising on her cheeks, he said, “Drink-wise, summer girl.”
“Tequilaañejo,” she answered with a coy smile, pronouncingon-yay-howith impressive perfection.
Dylan poured them each a glass. “Not exactly a woman’s drink.”
As he came around the bar, she took his arm and said, “Do you have something against a woman who likes the taste of tequila?”
“I have somethingfora woman who knows what she likes.”
On the way to their table, he asked if she was worried about her father or wanted to talk about what he was going through. She explained that he had kidney stones, and once they passed, he’d be released. She didn’t elaborate, or seem overly concerned, and Dylan realized she wasn’t compartmentalizing after all. He’d been looking for a weakness that wasn’t there. Another hard habit to change.
An hour and a second snifter of tequila later, Tiffany was tucked beneath his arm in a booth in the back of NightCaps, laughing at something he’d said. He couldn’t say what exactly, because he was too taken by the lighthearted sound of her laughter to remember.
“So, let me get this straight.” Her fingers were on the move again, pushing beneath his shirt and creeping up over his pecs. Better there than on her phone. She’d already answered a handful of texts. “You don’t like after-sexcriers? I hate whiny women, too. Sex is sex, right? It’s not an open door to dump all your problems on some unsuspecting guy. It’s great for stress relief, but who needs all that cuddling and nonsense afterward?”
Ah, yes, that’s what they were talking about.Sexual pet peeves. She hated cuddling—something Dylan loved. Another challenge.
He curled his fingers over her ribs, brushing his thumb along the side of her breast. “How about you? What’s your deal breaker?”
“I don’t need one. I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t have time for more than a quickie.” She brushed her fingers over his nipple and he stifled a groan.
They’d had enough time to clear their heads from their hospital visits, and her frigging phone hadn’t stopped vibrating all night. He was ready to get out of there and make her forget the damn thing once and for all.
“I don’t doquick,” he said. Moving his hand to the nape of her neck, he slanted his mouth over hers, taking the kiss he’d been dying for since he’d seen her standing outside the elevator.
He kissed her slowly, enjoying the delicious taste of her, the feel of her tongue teasing over his, and the heat of her hand against his chest. As he deepened the kiss, she curled into him with a sexy moan. Her phone vibrated again, and when she reached for it—never breaking their connection—he placed his hand over hers.
She drew back, eyeing her imprisoned hand. “Dylan.”
“When you got the call about your father it was a different ringtone. Is there any chance that’s about him?”
“No.” She pursed her lips. “I can’t believe you noticed that.”
“That ringtone could be heard a mile away. Then what couldpossiblybe more important than this?” He nipped at her lower lip and used his free hand to tug loose the pen that had kept her hair knotted on the top of her head. A tumble of gorgeous blond locks cascaded around her face and over his fingers, bringing with them the oceanic scent of her shampoo.Christ. He wanted to see that view while he was flat on his back with her riding his cock.
“I’ve just moved from L.A. to New York and I’m opening my own agency here. It’s more important than ever for me to be available for my clients.” The phone vibrated again, and she tried to dislodge her hand, but he held tight.
“At eleven o’clock on a Sunday night?”
