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The Bride Plan. Кейси Майклс
Читать онлайн.Название The Bride Plan
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isbn 9781408902936
Автор произведения Кейси Майклс
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
“I could,” he said, not moving. “But we probably ought to get this over with.”
“The …” She cleared her throat. Honestly, she was never at a loss for words. If anything, she talked too much. Just ask her cousin Will, he’d tell him. “You mean … talking about the plans?”
Jace took a small step closer, which definitely put him within her personal space. And her into his personal space, come to think of it, although he maybe didn’t mind so much as she minded … not that she minded. Not that she had much left of her mind at this point.
“No,” he said, tipping up her chin with his hand. “I mean this.”
Chessie’s eyelids fluttered closed as he touched his mouth to hers. Which was probably a good thing, because then she didn’t miss any of the colorful fireworks that immediately began bursting against them.
She hadn’t been kissed in a long time. And she hadn’t liked the kiss when it had happened. It had been one of those I took you to dinner and a movie and now I expect payment kind of kisses, courtesy of the last blind date Will had set her up with nearly eight months ago.
So of course this kiss was better. It didn’t have to be much of a kiss at all to be better than her last.
Except this one was not only better than her last kiss, it won hands down over any she’d had in her entire life. Maybe three lifetimes.
His mouth tasted of sugared iced tea, and his tongue had probably gotten its Ph.D. in Persuasion, with a special commendation for Artful Insinuation.
She wanted to gulp him down, tear off his clothes, lick the sweat and salt from his muscled belly, dig her fingers into his shoulders so she could use them for leverage as she half vaulted him, scissored her legs around his back, pumped her eager lower body against him until he was so rock hard that she could feel him through his jeans.
And then she’d get really serious about seducing him ….
As if he knew what she wanted, or maybe he wanted it, too, Jace cupped her backside in both of his strong hands and ground his lower body against hers. No words required. None were needed. They both knew what they wanted from each other.
This was desire. Lust. Raw need. Animal magnetism.
Good stuff. That’s what it was.
Good stuff. Heady stuff. Can’t-stop-it-now stuff. Who-cares-if-it’s-right-or-wrong stuff. I-don’t-need-to-know-your-name stuff. I don’t even have to like you. You don’t have to like me. I’m hungry; you’re hungry. Let’s eat.
Sex. It’s what’s for dinner ….
Jace pulled his mouth away from hers, pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re vibrating.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Chessie all but gasped, trying to catch her breath, as she apparently hadn’t been breathing there for a while. Was surprised she hadn’t forgotten how. He didn’t have to talk. She didn’t need him to talk, preferred he didn’t talk. She just needed. If he didn’t watch out, she might just get there on her own, just from thinking about what she wanted him to do next. She’d never felt like this before in her life. She liked it!
His low chuckle helped bring her back to earth. “No, I mean something in your pocket. I think it’s your cell phone.”
Sanity knocked on the door to Chessie’s libido, and her libido, so entirely unused to company, idiotically let it in.
“Oh. My cell phone. Right. It could be important. I should answer it, huh?”
Jace stepped away from her just as her knees threatened to buckle. “To be continued later?”
“Is … is that a question, or are you just being smug?”
“Do you care?”
Things like this didn’t happen to people like her. Sexual innuendo. Raw, primitive lust. Openly acknowledging that, yes, she wanted to have sex with somebody. There was no dance, no courtship, no promises. No flattery or flowers. No agenda or destination other than getting him inside of her as deep as he could go and then watching his face as he drove into her again and again until they both exploded in a physical release that was the entire object of the game.
A sudden visual image stole her breath. Her caller could leave her a voice mail.
“I have a date tonight,” she heard herself say. “A blind date. I can’t get out of it. It … it’s for a dinner party at my cousin’s house. If I didn’t show up, it would make the numbers uneven. And I think the only reason for the dinner party is to …”
Jace picked up the plans and his measuring tape and began backing toward the door to the hallway. Was he angry? Did he look angry? Did he have any right to be angry?
Chessie decided he wasn’t angry. And then got a little angry that he wasn’t angry.
Talk about your mixed-up heads—she ought to have hers examined the first chance she got!
“Set you up? Been there, done that.”
“Got the T-shirt?”
“Didn’t want one. I’m not into relationships.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“I know.”
“I’m divorced. I found my wife in bed with another man.”
“I was left at the altar. He ran off with my maid of honor, and I doubt they’d only been sharing longing glances before they hopped that plane to Mexico. Which do you think is worse?”
He stepped back another pace, his eyes still very much locked with hers. “Are we keeping score?”
“I’m just saying. I’m not into relationships, either.”
“Good. Because I don’t want one.”
“No. I know what you want. You made that pretty obvious.”
“I didn’t hear you telling me to stop.”
Chessie pressed her crossed hands against her chest. “Oh, darling, are we having our first fight?”
Jace laughed, shook his head. “You’re something else, Chessie Burton. Don’t make me like you.”
“I wouldn’t think of it. Whatever was going on here had nothing to do with liking. We know nothing about each other. We should probably keep it that way.”
“What was ‘going on here’? Say it, Chessie. We were about to have sex, and if that phone hadn’t vibrated we’d probably be done by now, because there wasn’t going to be anything slow or easy about where we were heading.”
Chessie felt another blush starting and turned her face away from his gaze. “Yes, I know. But you started it,” she said, feeling like a child in a childish argument.
“Let’s at least be honest here, Chessie. We both started it, the first time we saw each other. And it’s not going to go away unless we finish it.”
She turned to answer him, saying what, she didn’t know. But the doorway was empty.
She dropped onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if she’d just run a marathon in some alternate universe, where she was a sex-starved nymph in transparent flowing draperies and he was the flesh-and-bone mating invention of some mad scientist out to re-populate the world with six-pack abs.
A vacation. That’s what she needed. A long vacation far, far away from here. Long enough so that the addition would be done and he’d be gone by the time she got back. Because she could never face him again after this, and she was sure he wouldn’t have the same problem. No, he’d just be there every day for the next three weeks