Catch a Mate by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-06-24T23:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Let’s do breakfast tomorrow. Shall I call you or nudge you?

This is the first intelligent thing I’ve done all week, Jillian thought the entire cab ride home.

As predicted, neither she nor Marcus had felt sober enough to drive, so they’d called a cab from the club. That they’d had to do such a thing should have given her pause. But she couldn’t stop thinking that with this act, with sex—with Marcus—she would finally rid her body of its infatuation with the man. Finally gain some perspective where he was concerned.

Finally be at peace. Sweet peace.

After tonight, she could be in his presence and not desire him. She would have been there and done that, would have tasted him fully. Since it was bound to be a disappointment—surely it couldn’t be as good as her body expected it to be, nothing could—she wouldn’t have to wonder anymore. The mystery of him would be dead.

At least, that’s what her fuzzy mind kept telling her.

Lord, she wanted him. All evening, she’d watched him. She’d wanted to shove that blond clinger away from him, not just snap at her. The force of her jealousy had surprised her.

Right now she craved another kiss. Craved so much more than a kiss, actually. A tremor slid down her spine, delicious, a prelude to what was to come. Get your mind off Marcus before you jump him right here. Vision fogging, she pulled her gaze to the window.

First the scenery provided a view of wide-open spaces, then lush-green trees began to whiz past, interspersed with other cars. Her head swam. Bright streetlights illuminated Marcus’s face—when had she turned her attention back to him?—followed quickly by darkness, then light, then darkness. Just behind him, stars twinkled like fresh-cut diamonds in the black silk sky.

Jillian’s blood was on fire.

Eager, needy, she could barely sit still, was even leaning toward him. Or was her world simply tilting? She didn’t think she’d ever wanted a man this much. Naked. Inside her. Shouting her name.

“Wanting a kiss, Dimples?” Marcus asked, a seductive whisper.

She shook her head, then cursed herself for the dizzying action. The nickname didn’t seem so bad just then. It almost sounded…affectionate. Playful. “No kiss. Not now. If we start, we won’t stop.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

Her eyes wandered to his lips, his pink, pleasure-giving lips. Deliciously bad…and delicious was dangerous. The night had to be a disappointment. “Are you into anything kinky?” When she realized she was talking loud enough for the cabbie to hear—the man was grinning at them in the rearview mirror—she leaned into Marcus and whispered the same question in his ear. For some reason, the words emerged just as loudly.

He licked his lips. “I guess you’ll find out.”

“I hope you’re not,” she told him adamantly.

His eyelids dropped to half-mast, but she saw the confusion in his gaze. “Silly. Why?”

“Need it to be bad,” she admitted, “very bad, so we’ll never want to do this again.”

“But bad can be good,” he said, his voice dipping huskily. “So good.” His arms wrapped around her waist and he tugged her onto his lap.

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