Mira Kelly – Wild Fling or a Wedding Ring? (страница 7)
Only Cali was back in his face, panic and fury blazing in her cheeks. “I see that smug look,” she accused, like the crazy person he suspected her to be. “Don’t think for one second that you have me bent over a barrel because of last night.”
Right now she deserved to be bent over his knee. His jaw clenched as he struggled for patience. What did it matter what she thought? Jake wasn’t a man concerned with others’ perceptions, so why should he feel himself rising to the bait of this woman he had nothing,
She glared up at him in silent accusation, and suddenly concepts like self-control and maturity lost their allure. “Relax, sweetheart, if I’d really wanted you in bed, or bent over anything, I would have had you there last night. All I had to do was stop one second earlier and you would have been begging me. Strike that. You
Cali’s chin pulled back with her gasp. Patches of red splashed up her neck and face. “You jackass!”
Ha! That felt better. Rising above was overrated. “Really? Me?”
“I never—”
“Please, don’t even try to deny that you weren’t desperate for what I gave you.”
Cali’s fists landed on her hips as she leaned forward. “Desperate’s a pretty big word when satisfaction comes as easy as a pack of D-cell batteries, buddy,” she answered with an icy laugh.
He knew what she was implying, and he didn’t want to think about it—not now. Not with her waving her ticket to Crazyville in his face.
They’d gotten off track, anyway. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth for a moment’s control. They needed to take this down a notch.
“Look, trust me, I’m not about to go talking to Amanda about this.”
“Oh,
She’d stopped in her tracks, and, standing there red-faced, arms cocked at her sides, fists balled, she looked as if she wanted to stomp her foot.
She was a hassle.
Irrational.
Probably bipolar, considering the swing from last night’s engaging sweetheart to this morning’s unreasonable aggressor. His focus narrowed on the rise and fall of her chest, the pull and give of blue and white fabric across her breasts, the flush of red that darkened the hollow between them.
Sexy.
Jake didn’t do “crazy”. The passionate drama that drew some men was, to him, like a neon sign flashing in screaming orange:
Only this time it wasn’t.
This time all that irrational heat and intensity was wrapped in a package he’d had his hands on once and was finding it harder and harder to ignore.
“Men like me make you want to what?” he asked, taking a step toward her, dropping his tone to a bedroom lure. “I know what I made you want last night.”
“Low-life bastard.” Her breath came faster, and the flutter of her pulse beneath the delicate skin of her neck became frantic. When she stepped back he closed in, propelled by some kind of contagious mental illness driving his predatory urge.
“Tell me, Cali. What’s so different about this morning?” he taunted.
Her eyes darkened, the long muscles of her throat moving up and down as she backed herself into the wall, crossing her arms over her chest—but not fast enough to hide the evidence of her hardened nipples straining through the taut fabric of her shirt. Lies and denial would only take her so far.
“Are you deranged?” she whispered, in a husky voice that betrayed her emotions as much as the rest of her body had.
Definitely. He had to be. Because something inside him had snapped and all he could think about was getting Cali into that big bed behind her. “You respond to me physically. I can see it.”
“Because you’re man-candy. But I still wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
“Man-candy?” He nearly laughed, loving the sound of it. “Really?”
“It’s an insult!” she hissed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m dehumanizing you. Feel cheap and dirty, but for God’s sake don’t revel in it!”
There wasn’t much he could do but shrug. “Man-candy” was the best insult he’d heard this decade. But Cali wasn’t done with him.
“Is this some kind of sexual addiction condition with you? Do you need a support group? Can I call your sponsor?”
Jake just stared steadily at her, knowing the bravado was about to break. And then it did—only not in the breathless, tossing-herself-into-his-arms way he’d expected.
Suddenly Cali looked weary and defeated as she peered up at him. “Don’t vows mean anything to you?”
That stopped him dead.
Pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a picture—
Not possible. She couldn’t think…
But then it all made sense. The way she’d referred to Amanda. Her shock at seeing him, her hostility, her disgust, her resistance to the obvious chemistry between them.
She thought he was married. And she was utterly undone over it—out of her mind upset, offended, and enraged.
The corner of his mouth pulled into a grin he couldn’t fight. His sexy Cali, who hadn’t been kissed in so very long and who sparked his blood to fire, was a principled little thing.
“Stop leering at me like that!” she snapped.
“So this—this animosity is about the vows?” he asked, suddenly curious about the strength of her convictions.
She blinked twice, and then met his stare with her own. “Don’t mock me. Of course it’s about the vows. And my job. Amanda’s my boss. It’s despicable that you don’t have enough respect for your poor wife to keep your tongue to yourself.”
“Hey, as I remember it, you seemed rather eager for my tongue last night.” And she’d tasted good, too.
“But to drag me into your—your debauchery is unconscionable—”
“Of course if you don’t care about your marriage, why would I think you’d care about jeopardizing my career?”
Now, that wasn’t something she should have to worry about. This had gone far enough.
“Just settle down. You’ve got me all wrong—” he began, feeling better than he had since the moment she tore out of the bar.
“Save it. I haven’t
“No, Cali, really, you—”
“Please! I’m not interested. If you’ll give me the key and the address, we can say goodbye now and get on with the fallout from this freaking disaster.” Her fury seemed to burn away as he watched. She slumped against the wall, her face slackened and her lids closed. “Please.”
Jake caught her chin between his finger and thumb and forced her to look at him. “Let me finish.”
Sure he had her attention, he softened his voice and lowered his face an inch closer to hers. “I didn’t realize Amanda still referred to me as her brother-in-law, because, lawfully speaking, I’m not. The ‘poor wife’ you’re referring to remarried four years ago, and has been living quite happily with Paulo ever since.”
Her mouth dropped open, making Jake’s curve.
“I. Am. Not. Married.”
CHAPTER FIVE
MOUTH dry, head swimming, Cali stared dumbly. “You’re divorced?”
“I prefer single,” he offered, with an all too amused wink. “It has a more pristine ring to it.”
She’d just verbally assaulted the starring member in the hottest memory of her life, humiliated herself with gross misunderstanding, and there Jake stood, as stylish and smooth as the sleek hotel room itself, arms crossed, staring at her expectantly. Waiting for an apology, she supposed. Deserving one, possibly. Probably.
Finally, she let out a huff and reluctantly met his eyes. “This is awkward.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Again with that smirk.
So he wasn’t married. That was good. But somehow the knowledge did little to alleviate her tension as his gaze slipped down to her mouth and then back up to her eyes.
That was bad.
She might not have earned the unsavory title of Other Woman, but she wasn’t out of the woods. “Amanda still thinks of you as her sister’s husband.” Or possibly she’d earmarked him as intended for her own use. Either way, mouth-staring was a serious breach of etiquette.