“You probably won’t,” Iadmitted.
His eyes met mine again. They twitched, and I knew I’d thrown him for a loop. “You playin’ games with me,V?”
“What kind ofgame?”
“Like the one where you pretend you don’t like me, but youdo.”
“I like you. I wouldn’t be here in your smelly boys’ apartment if I didn’t likeyou.”
Now it was his turn to smile. “I thought the key lime pie scent was really helpin’ thingsalong.”
“The candles smell nice,” I agreed. “You smellbetter.”
His eyesflared.
Yeah. I hadgame.
He stared at me for a long, long moment. “Why can’t I figure youout?”
“What’s to figure? I thought you had me and my pants all lockeddown.”
“Yeah, well. I like to think I know a little about everything and a lot about women, but sometimes that’s the furthest thing from thetruth.”
Well. I likedthat.
I little humility in a guy was sexy. Jude was definitely all that, but he was humble about it. Thing about him was, I didn’t think he really believed he was allthat.
But he was all that and thensome.
“I’m not that mysterious,Jude.”
“Sayswho?”
“Try,” Isaid.
“Trywhat?”
“Try to get in my pants. See what happens.” Then I stretched my legs out in front of me, giving him access to my jeans if he wantedit.
He watched the motion, his gaze moving down my body. When he met my eyes again, he asked me, “You want meto?”
Damn. How sweet washe?
“Yeah, Jude. I want youto.”
He started to move, finally, but he didn’t go for my jeans. Not exactly. He put his hands on my knees as he went down on his knees on the floor, right in front of me, and spread my legs wide. He knelt right in-between my knees and took my hands, drawing me toward him until I was sitting upstraight.
Then he peeled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. He looked at my bra; at my boobs kind of spilling out of the push-up cups. Then he reached out and unhooked the front closure, peeled the bra open and down myarms.
My nipples hardened and my breath caught in my throat as he looked atme.
He gathered up my breasts in his hands, and the warmth of his touch spread right through my body. I arched into him. He smoothed his thumbs over the hard peaks of my nipples and I shivered; a shiver of lust and want, as my pulse thudded through my body and heat gathered between mylegs.
I watched his face as he touched me, the pure lust in his dark eyes. There was an unmistakable hunger there, a rising need, but the way he looked at me… his gaze was almostworshipful.
Had any guy ever looked at my body quite likethat?
Then he leaned in and flicked his tongue over one nipple, softly, and I just aboutdied.
