AVAILALBE APRIL 29, 2008

SAMHAIN PUBLISHING

 

“So do you have a last name, Miss Jordan?”

He watched the end of her lips lift into a small smile. “Minx,” she replied.

“Jordan Minx?” He shot her a curious look, causing her to laugh.

“I know what you’re thinking, there’s no way that can be my real name.”

“No.” He pursed his lips, trying hard not to smile. “I believe you.”

She leaned over and gave him a playful smack on the arm. “No you don’t.”

“Of course I do, and I’m guessing your mom’s name is Sable and your dad’s is Fox?” He knew it was wrong to tease her about something she’d had no control over, but damned if she wasn’t cute as hell, pouting at him with her lips pursed together in a disbelieving quirk.

She leaned in and raised a hand to smack him again, lost her balance and fell into him instead. In an instant, the mood around him changed from the playful banter they’d been sharing to something sultry. With their faces mere inches apart, their lips nearly brushing, Derek looked down at her and saw the intensity in her eyes. Lust, pure and simple, reared its ugly head and spurred him to take what he wanted. There would be consequences for his actions, of that he was sure. At that moment he didn’t care. He’d deal with the fallout later. Before he could move, she did, lifting her mouth to his.

Her smooth full lips pressed gently against his at first. He opened his mouth, licked along her bottom lip and tugged gently on it, begging her for entrance. She settled against him, parting her lips and deepening the kiss as their tongues darted and danced in a unique rhythm. One of her hands rested on his chest, over his heart, while the other held onto his biceps. The silence in the room helped to magnify their ragged breaths. He slid his hand down her side and cupped her ass, generating a small gasp from her.

She pulled back, her eyes heavy with desire. “We can’t do this.”

As much as it killed him to admit it, he knew she was right. He wasn’t the type to sleep around anyway, so to have sex with her after she’d been so generous in letting him sleep on her sofa, was out of the question. “I know.”

“I’m sorry, Derek. I don’t know what came over me.” Her cheeks reddened as she slipped from the sofa bed and stood, obviously embarrassed by her behavior.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He attempted to play off her apology as if it were unnecessary, but deep down stirred something he hadn’t felt in a long time—desire. This beautiful, generous creature with the perfect last name had piqued his interest. Shaking her from his thoughts wouldn’t be easy by a long shot.

She picked up her water bottle and nodded to the hallway. “I’m going to head to bed. If you need anything, just knock.”

Her now-nervous and jittery demeanor only made her sexier and that was the last thing he needed right now. “Thank you, but I think I’m good.”

“Okay then. Well, good night.”

“Good night, Jordan.” He watched her disappear down the hallway and heard the soft click of her bedroom door. Derek folded the paper and set it on the end table, leaned up and turned off the lamp. The bed might be more comfortable than anything he’d slept on over the last year, but with his dick hard as steel and his balls now aching like someone had kicked him, there was no way he was going to get a good night’s sleep.

 

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