Wild Fling or a Wedding Ring? by Mira Lyn Kelly Read Free Book Online

The nerve! “Are you having fun?”
    Something in his expression turned serious. His endlessly blue gaze washed over her, drawing her in deeper as his fingers moved to the side of her face, brushing lightly over her cheekbones. His chest rose on a long, slow inhalation before he answered. “Not nearly as much as I’d like to.”
    The air was charged. Suddenly the comfortable suite Cali had spent the night in felt claustrophobic and confining. Her breath sucked in as Jake closed the distance between them. She should stop him, say something, only her mind had disconnected from the body that leaned forward, aching to touch. A million things ran through her mind. Laughter and need. Frustration and desire. Tastes and textures from the night before that made her mouth water and her pulse jump.
    His lips stopped a scant breath from hers. Their eyes locked, held.
    “Just one.” It was neither question nor command. Just the deep rasp of Jake’s warning an instant before his mouth closed over hers.
    She should have been able to resist. Pull away. Turn her head. At the very least ride it out with stoic indifference anda stiff lip. Anything! Except the familiar blade of his tongue teasing the seam of her lips—the coaxing pressure of a kiss barely begun—had her opening to him, trembling. Lost. Instantly desperate for his taste. Her body heated, tightened and went lax all at once as he slipped between her teeth. Stroked slow and deep, and dragged a helpless moan from the depths of her desire.
    Jake angled his head, and she melted against the hard planes of his body, let him fill her with his claim. Gave in to the heady rush of energy that surged like molten desire through her veins. It burned and branded, scorched with an irresistible heat that made her want to scream. More.
    His hands moved over her, hot and demanding, pushing over the swell of her breast, teasing the beaded tip of her nipple with his palm, grasping the base of her bottom to pull her closer to the hardening contours of his body. Hungry lips pulled at the tender skin beneath her jaw, found her earlobe and sucked. “What is it about you?” he growled into her curls.
    Her breath coming in ragged bursts, Cali’s eyes opened as his gruff demand penetrated her psyche. What was it about him ? Last night had been an honest mistake, but today there was no excuse. She knew who he was. Knew he was Amanda’s… Amanda’s… Well, whatever he was, he was Amanda’s. Or at least that was how her boss saw it, which was all that should matter to Cali.
    She pushed at Jake’s shoulders. Tried not to think about replacing her hands with her mouth to nip at the solid muscle beneath. “Jake. This is a mistake.”
    His gaze bored into her. If he’d sunk back into the kiss she would have been lost. Utterly. But instead he searched her face, her eyes. Holding her rapt until the smoky hunger dissipated and once again the clear blue sky stared down at her. “You’re probably right about that.”
    Cali nodded, still unable to look away, still held in arms so strong and secure she’d nearly melted in them.
    His lips brushed against her temple and then he pulled back, his face composed, pleasant. Unreadable. “Let’s get you over to your new place.”
     
    Top down, radio off, Jake rolled to a stop beneath the hotel’s awning. He’d gone for the car while Cali organized the last of her files and folders and checked out, allowing him a moment to get a grip on the uncharacteristic impulses laying siege to his brain and various organs to the south.
    Neither of them needed the complications jumping into bed would raise. Rationally, he knew that. Only it seemed his response to Cali wasn’t entirely rational.
    Gripping the black leather-encased wheel, he shut his eyes and tried to ground himself. Women didn’t go to his head like this. Ever. Sure, he was susceptible to their allure in a general, appreciative kind of way, but he was a pragmatic guy. He didn’t do the stupid thing.