High Energy by Dara Joy

Author:Dara Joy [Joy, Dara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: College Teachers, Massachusetts, Women Journalists
ISBN: 9781600160158
Google: ay1_HQQRyzAC
Amazon: B006IYFGN8
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 2006-10-01T05:00:00+00:00

Moonlight filtered across the bed through the open curtains.

Tyber leaned over Zanita, letting the tip of his finger trace the center line of

little ribbons and bows on her thin cotton nightgown.

He sighed. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"As much as I think this nightgown is pretty and sexy and downright

irresistible, I have to ask myself why you're wearing it."

"Don't be ridiculous." She pushed his hand away.

Tyber raised his eyebrows.

"Something I said?" She remained silent. "Ahh. Something I did."

She turned her face to the window.

He turned it back.

"What did I do, baby?" His open mouth brushed tenderly along her jaw. She

stiffened under him.

"You know very well what you did!"

The corners of his mouth curved slightly. "Why don't you refresh my memory?"

She shoved at his chest, pushing him away from her. "Did you have to smile like

that?"

Tyber peered at her, cautiously bewildered. "I beg your pardon?"

"And well you should!"

"What are you talking about?"

"As if you didn't know!"

Tyber looked up at the ceiling and counted to ten. "Let's start over, okay?"

She stuck her chin in the air. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No."

Zanita gasped in horror.

"Yes!"

This time she threw her pillow at him.

"I mean…" Tyber put his hands up beseechingly. "I don't know? Dammit, what

answer am I suppose to give here?"

"You're so smart, you figure it out." She gave him her shoulder, turning on the

bed.

He put his hand on her arm, turning her back. "What is the matter with you?"

She glared at him. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Humor me."

"All right." She sat up, crossing her arms over her chest, unwittingly pushing

her breasts up against the scooped neckline of her nightgown.

Tyber's sights fell to those breasts and remained there a second too long. "I'm

listening."

"I am not talking to the top of your head. This is just what I'm talking about!"

Tyber locked eyes with her. "I'm glad one of us knows what it is."

"That look!"

"What look?"

"The one you just gave my… chest."

His brow furrowed. "You don't like me looking at you?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Tyber rubbed his ear. "Does that mean, don't be ridiculous you do like my

looking at you, or don't be ridiculous you don't like me looking at you?"

"Are you being obtuse on purpose?"

Tyber let out a bark of laughter.

Zanita continued unabated. "Because if you are, I don't appreciate it." She

lifted her nose in the air.

He clasped her shoulders. "Baby…" He took a deep breath and bravely forged

ahead. "Do you like me looking at you?"

"Of course I do!"

"Good." Tyber nodded. "Then there's no problem." He bent toward her, ready to

creatively press his mouth against those luscious full lips of hers.

"I—wasn't—talking—about—me." She spaced her words with deadly accuracy.

Tyber froze on the downshift. This had all the earmarks of trouble. He raised

his lashes slowly to look into her eyes. "Something bothering you, baby?"

She narrowed her eyes at him until all he could see was little violet slits. He

released her, flopping onto his back. He knew that look: he was in for it.

Although, he still had no clue—but then again, this was his Zanita.

Tyber decided in a lightning-quick calculation that his best chance of survival

lay in doing nothing.

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