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I can't enjoy the damn movie. I don't understand why I can’t stop
thinking about him. Snap out of it. He is your friend. You share
almost everything. Except sex! Oh, there’s the problem. But I can
have sex with him. Oh, stop it! Get that out of your mind. Sex!
There it goes again! What would I say?
"I want you--naked, sweaty, on the floor, the wall, or anywhere I
can get you." The words were out before she even realized she’d
spoken aloud.
She looked into his shocked face, horrified. "Please tell me I did
not say that out loud.”
She felt her cheeks
heat in mortification.
A roughish grin spread over his face as Reese replied, “Yes, you
did.”
“I didn’t mean it. I’m in a huge nightmare. Forget I said it.”
Jasmine covered her eyes, bending her head forward.
“No, I won’t forget it.” His voice deepened, sounding even sexier.
“You always had a mean streak in you. I don’t know why you can’t
give me a break and do something I say for once,” she rambled
through her splayed fingers.
Reese reached over, lifted her hands from her eyes, then put them
over her mouth, gazing at her. She was startled by the desire she
saw etched on his face.
“Jazz, stop. You said it, and if you would let me reply: I agree.”
Her eyes widened as Reese slowly let go of her hands.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. What do I do now? She
breathed in and out quickly. Fear choked her.
“Jazz, are you hyperventilating on me? Say something. Come on, don’t
lose it on me. I’ve been waiting for this for two years.”
“Why? When?” she croaked.
“When what?” he asked. Jasmine stared at him. He stared back at her
with a look that dared her to say it, and she never backed down from
a dare.
“When do you want to do it?”
“It? You can do better than that. Tell me what you want, and I might
answer you,” Reese arrogantly replied.
“Sex! All right? Sex! There. I said it! You are so frustrating.
Happy now?”
Smugly, he replied, “Yes, I am. Now.”
“Now what? You want to torture me some more?”
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh. You mean, ‘now’?” She was looking into his heated hazel eyes.
Only, they were no longer hazel, but had liquefied into a steaming
topaz. The desire she saw in them took her breath away. Shaking her
head, she backed away from him. Nodding, he followed her. Recovering
from her surprise, she stopped backing up and stood her ground.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m an ice cream cone you can’t wait to lick up and down.”
“I don’t want to lick you up and down.”
She released a quick breath.
“I want to eat you whole.”
Copyright © McKenna
Jeffries, 2008.
All Rights Reserved, Liquid
Silver Books.
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