Love in Electric Blue (Westlake Enterprises) by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

the years since. I mean, he never kissed me like that before. Or had me hold his cock.
    Just thinking about what she’d done aroused her all over again. Her skin still tingled from his touch.
    In all the years that she’d been free, she’d dated sparingly. She’d been kissed, even been lightly petted by a few men, but never to such an extent as today. She’d wondered about sex often, had read a ton of books and seen it at the movies and, yes, online. But she’d never had a close enough friend to question about such matters. Like what it really felt like to have a man put his hands all over—or inside—one’s body.
    She wondered if J.D. had been able to tell her inexperience. She prayed not. She needed to be strong around him. Pity didn’t sit well with her, and though she’d seen compassion in his gaze when she’d mentioned living on the run, he hadn’t treated her like a fragile child afterward.
    It was important he see her as an equal, or even a threat. She wouldn’t be less, she couldn’t be. Not after suffering so many years of loneliness and knowing the agony of being hunted and unsure. He didn’t need to know about her grief. Better he see her as a possible danger than a woman to be pitied.
    “Oh hell. Who cares what he thinks? You have better things to do today than dwell on J. D. ”
    After a lengthy shower, she felt more refreshed. She counted the spring in her step as a positive movement toward reinventing herself. A sign she was back to being the take-charge woman she wanted to be and not a pawn of science gone way wrong.
    As she took care of her weekend chores, she resolved to find Carter and finally deal with him. In the meantime, she’d have to keep up her guard against J.D. He fully intended to sleep with her. He’d all but declared sexual war. Apparent moron that she was, she couldn’t help wanting him back.
    Dumb, dumb, dumb. Yet her body still throbbed with remembrance of what he’d done. She knew sex without care would hurt her, especially with a man she was battling not to love anymore. But heck, who knew that once the floodgates on her desire had opened, she’d be so hard-pressed to close them again?
    She finished scrubbing out her spotless refrigerator and wiped sweat from her forehead. Resolved, she promised herself, “Not in this lifetime, buddy. I’m no one’s doormat. No matter how sexy, gorgeous or hot you are.”

Chapter Five
    Monday afternoon, sitting in the conference room with Cole while they waited for Max, Jurek and J.D. to join them, Remy continued to remind herself that she and J.D. shared a complicated past. Once friends, now wary acquaintances. He held a grudge and she came with serious baggage. Nothing more would come of their association. Nothing could happen between them, not if she wanted to maintain her sanity. But her virginity?
    She flushed, glad none of the mind readers were in residence.
    A little more time alone with J.D. and she might have lost more than sense. He baffled her, because she’d been around handsome men before. Heck, since she’d been working at Buchanan Investigations, she’d been surrounded by them. The Buchanans and Cole had looks, intelligence, psychic ability, and treated her with respect. Perfect men with which to have an affair. So why, in the year and a half she’d been here, hadn’t she felt anything for them? No sordid history to muck the waters. No expectations for long term other than pleasure.
    A side glance at Cole reminded her of a friendly peck on the cheek he’d given her a few weeks ago. It had been surprising and somewhat sexy. Unfortunately, it didn’t come close to making her light up like the candle J.D. had fire-started Saturday. But maybe if Cole really put his mind to it, he could rev her up.
    He sat next to her, his brow furrowed as he contemplated the documents in front of him. Cole had always maintained the distance she’d wanted. But she needed to come out of her shell. The more she thought about it, the