She couldn’t believe she was entertaining this, yet here she was, not ready to walk away from this man. This instant attraction was insane, not to mention a little scary. She wasn’t lying when she said she was attracted to bad boys. Or maybe sheattractedbad boys. Either way, she’d gotten so used to a particular type that she’d begun to imagine herself taming one. Like they did in the romance novels she loved so much. With Simon, there was nothing to tame. Where was the challenge?
“Invite me back to your house, Violet.”
With a silky voice like that, hell, it was possible he could tame her.
“Let me prove how not nice I am.”
She gasped, her belly churning with a heat she hadn’t felt in quite a while. Her breasts felt full, achy almost. And her pussy clenched with need, a subtle reminder of how good it would feel for him to fill that emptiness.
God, she was tempted. So freaking tempted.
But could she?
His green/blue/gray eyes burned with promise, and Violet found herself unable to resist him.
“Come home with me.”
His eyes locked with hers, and that damn dimple formed in his cheek. “This is a test, isn’t it?”
Test? What was he— Ah. Right. Nice guys didn’t go home with women on the first date.
Was this a date?
She decided to play it off the same way he was.
“Maybe.”Liar.Whatever her reasoning, the invitation was real. She couldn’t explain why she was so drawn to this man. Perhaps it was because she knew this was temporary. He wouldn’t be in town long. What would one night with him hurt?
Simon leaned in, his hand firmly cupping the back of her head as he sealed his lips to hers once more. The firestorm ignited, causing her to push up on her toes to get closer, her fingers slipping into the soft hair at his nape. He remained cool and collected, still dominating the kiss while she began to burn out of control.
“Simon,” she murmured against his lips, desperate to get closer.
His hands firmed on her face as he pulled back again. “I’m gonna walk away, Violet.”
She frowned, confused. “I thought…”
Simon’s head tilted. “You thought I wanted you?” His eyes blazed hot. “More than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”
His words were like fuel to the fire.
“Yeah, I want to spend the night with you, Violet,” he continued, his voice soft and warm between them. “More than my next breath.”
She nodded because she wanted that, too.
“And I plan to.”
Oh, good.She wasn’t reading the situation wrong.
“But first, I want you to go home and think about it.” His thumb swept her jaw once more. “If you want me in your bed, you can text me your address. I won’t hesitate.”
Violet wasn’t sure she should be turned on by the fact he was giving her an out. That was definitely not something a bad boy would do. Simon wasn’t trying to overwhelm her. He was letting her choose. And for some reason, she found that exceptionally hot.
“Let me see your phone,” he said when he released her, taking a step back.
Without thinking, she passed it over. He tapped something on the screen, and his cell phone chimed a moment later.
“Now you have my number.” Simon passed her phone back, then leaned down and kissed her softly. “I hope you’ll use it.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded, unsure what to say.
