Page 45 of Taming a Heartbreaker

Carmen chuckled. “That’s what I told him.” She then got serious for a second as she told Leslie of the doctor’s other suggestion. The one about them resuming sexual activities. “I wonder why she would think we would be in that kind of relationship.”

“Honestly, Carmen, why wouldn’t she think it? Redford was there with you today, and I’m sure the doctor noted how attentive he was to you. And I bet the two of you were transmitting strong sexual vibes. I doubt you and Redford realize how easy it is for others to pick up on it.”

“You think that was it?”

“I’m sure it was.” Leslie paused and then asked, “So are you and Redford going to take the doctor’s advice and resume things?”

Carmen rolled her eyes. “We only slept together that one time, Leslie. There’s nothing to resume.”

“Are those your thoughts or Redford’s?”

“They’re both of ours.”

“Does that mean you and Redford aren’t sharing any more hot kisses? Like the ones you’ve been telling me about?”

Leslie’s question made Carmen recall the scorcher of a kiss they had shared at the doctor’s office. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then I wouldn’t say making love is off the table. Kisses are known to lead to other things, so be prepared if they do.”

“That’s not possible. Redford won’t let things get out of hand.”

“He’s a man. And according to him, he hasn’t desired a woman since making love to you. He’s probably all but climbing the walls about now.”

Carmen arched a brow. “You think so?”

“Yes, and there’s a way to find out for certain, if you’re interested.”

Was she? She sighed deeply when curiosity got the best of her. “Okay, tell me.”

“It’s simple. Seduce him.”

Chapter Nineteen

Redford felt himself slipping into the deep throes of ecstasy. He was about to make love to Carmen, and he refused to accept that this was only a dream, one he staunchly refused to wake from. He eased into position above her, ready to slide in, anticipating...

Suddenly, he was awakened by movement in the room above his. Carmen was awake and pacing. Why? Was she restless again tonight? Was something medically wrong? The thought had him bolting out of bed, rushing from the guest room and up the stairs. Forcing his overstretched nerves under control, he knocked on her bedroom door.

“Come in.”

He opened the door then stopped short. She stood in the middle of the room and, unlike last night, she wasn’t wearing a robe. She wore a nightgown that looked even shorter than the one from last night.

He swallowed the deep lump in his throat before asking, “What’s wrong, Carmen?”

She lifted a brow. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

He frowned. “I heard you moving around. Why aren’t you in bed asleep? Are you restless again tonight?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not restless.”

He nodded and came farther into the room. The way the light from the hallway shone into her bedroom highlighted not only how short her gown was, but also the lack of undergarments beneath it. Why were there so many tempting curves on her body? Her hair flowed loosely around her shoulders. He recalled that when he’d left her tonight she had bound it back in a ponytail. The wild mass gave her an even sexier look. He’d offered to help her wash it and re-braid it tomorrow.

“If you’re not restless tonight, then what’s wrong?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of her. Was he imagining things or was she emitting heat? Why? Was she running a fever? Instinctively, he checked her forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Checking your temperature. You feel a little hot.”

“I’m not running a fever, Redford. At least not exactly.”

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