Dirty Sex (BOOK 2)

just anoth

maced.

but I can do that anywhere. Let me grab a bag tonight. I can leave a note for my dad th

e have o

e rules about a t

istled. She didn’t like his blunt language, but was used to that. What bo

at I wanted to save my virginity fo

aut body closer. The intent glow of his eyes said that he was desperately resisting the urge to kiss her.

ive in whe

y from his gras

hinks a lot o

greed now that there won’t be any straight sex, then there won’t be any risks.” What sort of sex would there be, then? Oral. Anal. She

what? Pr

. A man shouldn’t fuck a virgin he doesn’t intend to claim and keep. And I’m not in the market to claim a

rised,” she remarked,

ms over his chest and star

outh flattened into a grim line. And those deep blue eyes

looke

upled with some yearning she glimpsed the longer she looked. Deke blink

to. That look…she’d probably just mistaken his annoyance that he had to wait until tomorrow for her to ease his hard-on or that he wouldn’t be getting any vaginal

cide that declaring “no virgins” gav

ssion was back, and this time, Kimber didn’t look any closer. She doubted Deke was

his cooking?

looked as cheerful as a man fac

ide the kitchen as he watch

white lace shirt and flirty flowered skirt, he gnashed his t

minutes ago. But the excitement flushing her cheeks slammed a fresh rush of blood to his cock as Luc in

midweek sprucing up. Luc had also spent the last four hours preparing some gourmet chicken dish Deke couldn’t pronounce. And dessert—some complicated

they’d make i

mplete them, discounting the fact that no sane woman would want to play house permanently with a former Army Ranger and a temper

persisted in hopin

erely to experience a ménage so she could be prepared to please another man. None of that mattered. Luc was still convinced Kimber could be The On

ave to figure that out for himself. Deke was tired of pointing out the obvious. Still,

ed his beer for a long swallow. Hell, he was as hard as he could ever remember being an

H

vous. He was. His insides were like a lit powder keg on a short fuse. What would

bo

er a mission. He needed to fuck, and he could only den

t when. And when she begged for a hard cock in her p

ough talk, he

claim her, and ri

ere virgins were concerne

hey could teach in two weeks an

wn her slender arm and setting it in the hall. “We’re glad

is way, Kimber w

r changing

ddish hair behind one ear, her hazel eyes darti

l jolt of electricity, she sucked in a breath. He felt her g

was in majo

hand in his and le

ng. As far as I’m concerned,

the public

raight to his dick. Not trusting himself to keep quiet eve

g her deeper into the house,

you. Do you h

great ch

rfe

do? Deke didn’t like wine. Luc was the slick one with all the verbal skills, so

Luc would only hear two sounds: him ripping her clothes away from her b

” she murmured and slanted a

her a glass of wine. “I hope you’ll enjoy it. Make yourself comf

glance in his direction. Her tongue dragged along her plump

o see that tongue sliding a

ng across his mind and right th

ing not to grimace a

rved. Responsive. Deke glanced her way and couldn’t miss the fact her nipples hardened the instant he touched her. And her smell… he inhaled peaches, brown sugar,

d her out of the kitchen, back into the living room, t

office at the end of the hall. Luc’s is the larger, since he lives here full-time.

happ

d kiss her. Not just fuck her. He still wanted to—bad. But her little show of care lured him in a

ld fall for her hook, line,

is souvenir T-shirt, but his memories wouldn’t let him. Instead,

his Zorro impression using my ribs. Twelve stit

re in a danger

out of sitting

but I know you men of action

d a door open to reveal a smallish bedroom with white walls. It held a double bed, a chair, a readi

m.” It wasn’t a g

ep

oks li

” he b

o his cock. He’d never been much for peaches, but right now the smell of her was rushing all his blood south. Damn, Luc always made dinner wi

ing. That dangerous feeling of wanting to kiss her returned, along with an urge to hold her close just for the pleasure of feeling her

it the wrong way.

the door. Across the hall, he ea

—but with a cutting-edge desktop, speaker phone, and a printer/scanner/fax machine. A tobacco-colored desk chair in leather presided