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Eight

Michelle

"I thoughtyou didn't see clients on Valentine's Day," I said, forcing the words out .

He chuckled, not the least bit offended. "This isn't a client set-up, Michelle. This is you...and me. Are you interested or not ?"

The answer was pretty damn clear. I clung to his shoulders like I didn't plan to ever let go. He had one knee between my thighs, and I was riding him like I didn't ever plan to stop .

Gee, I wondered what my answer was .

But he wasn't going to take body language for an answer. His teeth raked a burning trail down my neck, then he kissed his way back up. "Well, sugar ?"

Half-blind, I nodded, not entirely sure what I was getting myself in to, but for once, everything felt...amazing . There was nothing awkward or scary or wrong about this, and I wanted to ride it to the very end .

If it went bad somewhere along the way, well, it wouldn't be the first time .

"I'll take that as a yes," Jake said, his mouth closing over mine. I groaned when he used his tongue to tease and gain entrance, then slid it across mine in an erotic dance .

I was panting by the time he lifted his head, and when he stepped back, I reached for him, not ready for it to end .

But he simply took my hand. "I've got a room back at the hotel. Will you join me ?"

Some part of my brain clicked on, made me wonder if he'd planned this. And the rest of my brain was thinking...wow .

If he had , then that meant some part of him must have wanted me...right ?

* * *

T he walkback to the hotel, logically, only took a couple of minutes .

It seemed to drag by, but at the same time, the seconds and minutes disappeared quicker than I could handle, and my nerves mounted by the second. Jake, apparently a mind reader as well as a professional at sex, slid his hand down my arm, then twined our fingers .

"Do you miss Chicago?" he asked, voice friendly and light, as though this was like...well, a real date .

"Sometimes." Swallowing, I decided to go along. "What about you? Do you miss Texas? What part are you from ?"

"Nowhere you would have heard of, sugar. It's just a speck on the map, about an hour north of Dallas." He lifted his shoulder in an easy shrug, and with a skill that had to have come from practice, he sidestepped and changed the subject back to me. "You said you went to college in Iowa. Why did you pick there ?"

"Because it wasn't in Chicago," I replied .

By that time, we were back at the hotel and at the elevator. Determined not to talk about me anymore for fear of revealing things I'd rather not reveal, I glanced up at him. "Which floor ?"

A slow smile curled his lips, and I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was doing. My cheeks were flaming, but I'd take this bull by the horns any day before I'd risk talking much more about my past. I'd worked too hard to leave the bits and pieces of it behind me .

Once we were in the elevator, he swiped his keycard and it started on a trip straight up to the penthouse level. "Nice," I said, smiling at him .

He crooked a finger at me .

I took a nervous step toward him, and he caught me by the hips, turning me until I was staring out the glass walls that made up three-quarters of the car. "I've thought about having my hands on you half the night...actually, that's not the truth. I've been thinking about putting my hands on you almost from the second I saw you." He had somehow managed to smooth them inside my coat, resting them on my bare shoulders. They were still chilled from outside and the contact was shocking. Swallowing a gasp, I pressed my lips together to keep from whimpering as he stroked the coat backward and out of the way. "But...there's still time to change your mind ."

Oddly enough, it was hearing those words that reassured me the most .

"I don't think I want to change my mind," I said softly, the words faintly rough. I felt out of breath, like I'd run a mile or two instead of walked along the sidewalk with him for a block or so out in the cold night air .

"Good." He kissed me just behind the ear and stepped away .

I realized the elevator doors had opened, and I turned, facing him. Wow. I was really doing this .

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