Texas-Sized Temptation by Sara Orwig Read Free Book Online

him hungrily. He cradled her against his shoulder, kissing her while his free hand ran over her hip and along her thigh, sliding up to her breast to stroke in slow circles that taunted even through her lacy bra and cotton shirt.
    Fiery tingles radiated from his touch. She should have left well enough alone, but the thought was dim and slid away. Desire surged in a scalding heat running in her veins.
    His hand slipped down over her stomach, inching lower between her thighs. Even through her heavy jeans, she could feel his touch as if it were fire.
    With an effort she sat up. While she gasped for breath, she gripped his wrist to hold his free hand. “You stop. I shouldn’t have told you what I did. We’ve gone too far too fast.”
    â€œNot at all,” he argued in a husky, gravelly tone.
    She slipped off his lap to the other end of the sofa where she turned to face him. His hooded gaze indicated he still wanted her.
    â€œWe should get on some safe topic. Tell me about your hobbies. Your brother and your parents. Your controlling father that meddles in your life.”
    â€œMy father is the last thing I want to discuss or even think about tonight. I’ve been enjoying the evening beyond the obvious frustrations. I do not need to drag anger back into my life.” He stood. “I’m getting a beer. Want something else? Soft drink? How about homemade lemonade? Juice, milk, wine, martini, any mixed drink—whatever you like?”
    â€œI’ll have that lemonade, please, which sounds absolutely wonderful.”
    â€œI won’t tell you what sounds absolutely wonderful to me,” he said, his suggestive drawl conveying a double entendre that was as sizzling as his touch.
    â€œStop that, Jake. No flirting, no more remarks that are personal.”
    â€œAw, shucks,” he drawled, making her chuckle. “Where’s the fun in that?”
    â€œHumor me. I caused the last crisis, but we can avoid future ones.”
    â€œIf my kisses are a ‘crisis,’ then I have no intentions of avoiding flirting with you.”
    â€œGo get the beer and lemonade,” she said quietly, wanting to end the volatile conversation that could put them back in each other’s arms easily.
    She watched him walk away, a masculine stride that was purposeful, hinting of the excellent physical condition he must be in.
    Her thoughts were filled with guilt. Why, oh, why had she flirted with him so openly when she had known what the consequences would be?
    She couldn’t understand her reaction to him, couldn’t explain it. It didn’t happen with other men, but that definitely did not make Jake “Mr. Right.” He was Mr. Wrong in so many ways.
    She thought about her grandmother who would be shaking her head and frowning at the idea of spending an evening inthe company of a Benton. She never could have explained a relationship with a Benton to her grandmother. Grandmother had been furious with Will for going out with Brittany Benton.
    If Will knew she was with Jake tonight, he would be disgusted because of the lifelong competition between the two in school and sports. Then again, perhaps he would shrug it off that she was spending time with Jake because Will also held a low opinion of her, as well. She thought Will had been dazzled by Brittany at first. She also suspected he liked sneaking around, getting away with something that would annoy both families because it stirred talk and envy among his peers.
    Jake returned with a cold bottle of beer for himself and a tall, frosty glass of lemonade for her, placing the drinks on a table in front of the sofa.
    Only a few feet away, he sat, facing her, and taking a drink of beer.
    â€œThe lemonade is delicious.”
    â€œI can’t take credit. I have a cook.”
    â€œDoes your cook live in town?”
    â€œNope. His wife cooks for the men on the ranch and they live in a house here on the ranch. Our foreman also has a house