“Are you the one-night stand kind?”
Every fucking time. He groaned as she leaned in all the way, those ruby red lips brushing his. It didn’t count if she was the one to initiate the kiss. “For better or worse, I guess I am.”
“Evan?”
He was fucking toast, the way she said his name. Innocent seduction, sweet sexy kindness. And underneath it all, a need he could not ignore. “Ah, Jess.”
Her breath puffed against his mouth. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah.”
“I like you.”
“I like you, too.” He eased back a bit. She needed to see him, and he needed to see her for this. “I’m not a great repeat date.”
“Not looking for a repeat. Just…tonight.” She searched his face, her eyes bright. “Is that okay?”
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He hauled her onto his lap, one hand sliding onto her hip, the other burrowing deep into her curls. He brought their mouths together, and let her take it the final step into a searing, explosive kiss.
Her mouth was wet and questing, her tongue eager. Sexy. That was the word for the way she kissed. Erotic fun that spiralled quickly into foreplay, hot thrusts and promising swallows. Like her mouth would be just as talented on his cock.
Like she might want her mouth on his cock, and that was so not the plan.
But it should be.They were consenting adults. She’d asked him for a one-night stand, for God’s sake.
And yet.
When she eased back to look at him, the heady, wanton gaze in her eyes was nearly his complete undoing. He wanted to fuck her so much it hurt.
So it would hurt him.
He could handle that.
He could not handle hurting her, though.
Her cheeks were flushed. He brushed his fingers over the rosy skin, and they darkened again. Blushes undid him every time.
Her husband had blushed under Evan’s inspection, too.
Fuck.
“Finish your wine,” he whispered.
She reached for her glass and swallowed it back.
That talented mouth. That perfect throat.
No, he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Let me tuck you in,” he said instead.
“To bed?” She frowned.
“I should get going.”
“Oh. Okay.” She climbed off his lap, no longer looking at him. “I can put myself to bed, don’t worry.”
Fuck. “I’m not rejecting you.”
