Hot Spot by Susan Johnson Read Free Book Online

deep breath. "Give me a minute." She must have gone too long without sex. That was why she was damned near quivering. Or maybe he'd simply appeared at some opportune time when her hormonal stars and sexual receptors were all perfectly attuned and any red-blooded male would have inspired the same acute reaction.
    Yeah, right.
    If that was the case, she would have looked with interest at any number of men on the yacht this afternoon.
    She hadn't.
    Not to mention she was damned near salivating. And struggling to concentrate on something—
anything
other than sex.
    Not an easy task with Danny Rees in all his glory close enough to touch.
    Where was her commitment to the separation of business and pleasure when she desperately needed it?
    "We could go to the street dance afterward if you want."
    "After what?" How could he be so calm when she was being literally swamped by tidal waves of horniness?
    "After whatever you want." He smiled a sweet, sexy smile that made her want to throw her arms around him and kiss him with total disregard for the imminent possibility of falling into the hydrangea bushes below. And he was clearly talking about sex—not fireworks… hot sex, she was thinking—that lasted all night—maybe all week, her salacious mind nimbly ran on. Which made the word
principle
in general and her own principles in particular pretty much drop off the face of the earth.
    "I'm still trying to decide."
    "Take your time."
    She didn't even know what to say when they asked "Paper or plastic?" at the supermarket. He maybe didn't realize that.
    Or maybe he did. "Wanna flip a coin?" he said with a grin.
    "Wanna land in those hydrangea bushes down there?" she said with a wave of her hand.
    He laughed. "Just a suggestion."
    "If you don't want to wait, feel free to leave anytime."
    "No way I'm leaving," he said, grinning at her. "I love fireworks."
    She exhaled softly. "I'm sorry for being so indecisive, but so many of my customers are men and—hell, I don't know… it's complicated."
    "I could make it easy."
    She smiled. "Look it's a no-brainer. I'm just—I don't know—"
    Picking up on her nuance, or maybe just tired of waiting for her to decide, he slid off the railing, set down his glass, and held out his hand.
    Crunch time. This was where she could say no. Or she could ask for more champagne or talk about comics, or golf, or baseball and he'd answer because he wasn't the pushy type. No me-Tarzan, you-Jane stuff with Danny Rees. If she said no, he'd back off because he knew some other woman would accommodate him. A man with his looks didn't go long without sex.
    So did she want sex or not?
    Did she want sex with Danny Rees?
    Time elapsed in final self-counsel and deliberation—ten seconds.
    He hadn't moved. As if he understood. Or maybe he just understood women always said yes.
    She leaned forward, placed her flute on the small table, came to her feet, and placed her hand in his. "I've decided to bend the rules tonight."
    His hand closed over hers, and he grinned. "I'm grateful."
    "It's purely selfish."
    "Sex usually is."
    She lifted her brows. "Not too selfish, I hope."
    He laughed. "Just tell me what you want."
    "Such confidence."
    "I'm amenable—that's all."
    "So I can give orders?"
    His gaze narrowed infinitesimally. "It depends."
    "On?"
    He smiled. "Your tone of voice."
    "So as long as I don't offend you, you mean."
    "Something like that."
    "Like that shirt you wore the other day—the one that said
    FREE MUSTACHE RIDES?"
    "Nah. I only wore it 'cuz nothing else was clean. Did that piss you off?"
    "I wrote you out of my life on the spot."
    "I'm glad you changed your mind, and if it helps, I didn't buy the shirt. Some joker I know gave it to me."
    "I'll bet he doesn't get laid much."
    "I should probably burn it," he said with a grin.
    "I'd recommend it."
    "Yes ma'am."
    "Cute." And he really was, in an oddly boyish way for a man who didn't have a boyish bone in his body.
    "If you noticed, I'm dressed inoffensively