She bit her lip, a reluctant smile peeking through regardless. “What a sweet, utterlydisturbing compliment.” Her expression turned contemplative then. “Well what about you, me,and another guy?”“Oh,
no.” He scowled. No way was he inviting some other man to see her, let alonetouch her. A low growl rumbled in his chest. No, just no. The thought of it made him...jealous.An altogether unfamiliar and extremely unpleasant feeling.“Oookay. Then how about the other thing? The…you know?” She turned a sweet shade ofpink and shook her heinie in the air.Holy hell, but the woman was trying to kill him. “Abby, you don’t have to do any of that forme. Honest. Contrary to what the rumor mill spews out, I’m not some kinky sex fanatic. Whenyou and I eventually get together, it’s going to be plenty hot, believe me. We won’t need any ofthose bells and whistles.” As he said it, he realized how true a statement that was. Just kissingAbby last night had been ten times more intoxicating than some of the more down and dirtyromps he’d had with other women in his past.“Hmm.” She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, silently thoughtful, asmall smile playing on her lips.Good god, what was she thinking now? Already, this kinky interview from hell had him tendegrees past aroused. His own fault for coming in here, really. It was way past time for him toleave.But just as he stood to go grab what was unequivocally going to be a very cold shower, Abbysat back up and called out casually, “Hey, could you toss me my lotion?” She pointed at thedresser behind him. “My legs get so dry here in the summers without it.”Such an innocent request.That he didn’t trust for one second.He was sure this was going to be a look but don’t touch deal with her lathering up thosegorgeous legs of hers while he sat there like schmuck. Staring, no doubt. He narrowed his eyesand began silently listing all the ways he was going to pay her back for this when her two-weekstay here was up. Slapping an unaffected look on his face, he passed her the lotion, forciblyblocking all the erotic lotion-inspired images that were attempting to take over his brain.
Only a day into their no-sex agreement and already he was closer to begging than hecared to admit.While avoiding direct eye contact with the skin smoothing extravaganza, his gaze strayed tothe partially open plastic bag sitting atop her dresser. It was over at the other end but herecognized the hot purple logo on the bag immediately.Just like that, every muscle in his body stopped working.Well, save one, that is.The bag was from an adult novelty shop his friend Kim owned just a little north of here. Hecould only make out two of the items in the bag but they were enough to send his blood pressureskyrocketing—the first was what looked to be the tiniest pair of sheer white panties that wouldeffectively cover nothing and, Lord help him, a silver bullet vibrator. He was going to have astroke.Stifling a groan over how the word ‘stroke’ instantly made him think about rubbing one off,he gripped the edge of the dresser like a man possessed. The door was just a few feet away. Hecould make it. But first he needed to get some much needed air into his lungs.
He dragged in a breath. And that’s when he heard it.