Jill Shalvis

Are we going to be stupid?_ she whispered.__efine stupid.___nything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts._ Or their hearts__ want to hear about your favorite body part,_ he said. __n great detail.

Look,_ she said, __pparently you bring out my inner slut. I__ not going to thank you for that.__yatt smiled that sexy smile of his. __ could make you.__he pointed a finger at his nose. And then lowered it so it was pointed at another part of his anatomy entirely. __on__ even think about it.___h, I won__,_ he said silkily. __ut you will.__nd she knew he was right.

I know I'm the one who put limits on this... this thing," she said, and bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. "But I'm pretty sure we're not quite done with each other." He looked at her for what felt like a long time. "You want another night." Still unable to take her eyes off his mouth, she didn't muzzle herself. "I want as long as it takes." He cupped her jaw, lifting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep." "What makes you think I can't keep it?" "Because you seem to like things one night at a time," he said in that low, sexy voice. "But no way is one more night going to be enough.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?" "Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- "Thank you." Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. "Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man. With a gun. "Breanne. Are you ok?" She stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass. Damn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he__ given a lot of thought to the same thing.___ight,_ she whispered.__ight,_ he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here." "Hotter bed?" "It's got a heater in it." She narrowed her eyes. "It does not." "Hand to heaven," he said. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this 'heater' run on electricity?" "Nope.

She stared at him and nodded. "Yes, you're right." He cocked his head as if he couldn't hear her. "What was that?" "You're right." She gave him a little push and he had to laugh. "I heard you the first time," he admitted. "I just like the way that sentence sounds on your tongue.

I've got this.

She sucked in a breath. "You're..." When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. "Handy," she finished softly. "And you're..." She smiled. "Stubborn? Annoying?" "Set to go," he said.

That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He never second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

I'm ready," she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. "I want this," she said. "I want you.

What drew her into O__iley__ like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O__iley himself.

She slid on the helmet. "Thanks, Prince Charming." "Huh?" "You know, Cinderella," she said. "The prince had her slipper and you had my helmet...

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. "But people keep coming---" "The next person to come is going to be you," he said.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn__ wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real.