See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,15

you don’t remember asking me to have an affair with you?”

She laughed. “In your dreams. You must have had more to drink than I did.”

“Uh, huh. So, you probably don’t remember asking me to tie you up and spank you either.”

Janie stumbled out of her chair, ignoring the dizziness, and jabbed a finger at his hard chest. “I did no such thing, Montero. I asked you to have an affair. I never said anything about bondage.” The sound of her own voice throbbed in her head.

“So, you do remember what happened last night?”

“No!” Quickly, she dropped her hand and took a few steps backward. This time she couldn’t look at his smug expression.

“You’re not a very good liar, Jane. I think I liked you better last night when you were baring your soul to me.”

Slowly, she lifted her head. “Don’t go getting so full of yourself. Last night, I was feeling desperate, but now that I’ve had a chance to think things through more clearly, I realize I made a terrible error in judgment. I should never have trusted you with . . .”

“Your little problem?” he asked, finishing her sentence for her. He was staring at her, his mouth twisted into a crooked smile, as if he might erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Look, you might be a great kisser, but I don’t think you’re the man for the rest of the job, if you know what I mean.”

“No, I’m not sure I do,” he said, moving toward her. “Why don’t you explain?”

He was much too close, she thought, backing away from him until her butt hit the kitchen table. Just as she was about to go around him, Gabe closed the distance between them, coming to stand directly in front of her. Now, she had no choice but to tilt her head back to see his face more clearly.

He brought a hand to her hair, toying with the ends. “You know what I think? I think that you’re afraid I’ll be too much man for you.”

Janie swatted his hand away, then grabbed hold of the front of his white T-shirt to keep her balance. “Stop it.”

“Stop what? Stop with the truth? Last night, you were all but begging me to take you. Why the sudden change of heart?”

She tried to move around him, but he stopped her, placing both hands on the table on either side of her hips and pinning her in. Her heart raced, her palms tingled, and she’d never been so confused in all her life. As much as she wanted to slap his face, she wanted to kiss him even more. “You had your chance, and you blew it.”

“You’re such a cruel woman,” he teased, then a serious expression crossed his face. “Last night, you’d had too much to drink. I didn’t want to take advantage. But now that you’ve nearly fully recovered, I wouldn’t mind another taste of you.”

His dark, penetrating eyes were sharp and assessing and glowed with a savage inner fire. And no matter how hard she tried to look away, she couldn’t. She wondered what kind of a hangover remedy his lusty kiss would be.

“Tell me no,” he said, his mouth a fraction from hers. “Tell me this is crazy, that I have no right to kiss you.” His last words were smothered on her lips, his mouth covering hers hungrily. Their tongues met and swirled together in reckless abandon while she swayed against him for support. He tasted like coffee and sweet cream.

Lifting a hand to her breast, he molded it to his palm. Her nipple firmed instantly under his touch as tiny shock waves zinged through her entire body.

Raising her arms, she played with the silky strands of hair at his nape, while his free hand roamed intimately over her back and finally settled on her hip. He urged her body closer to his, finding a fit that suited them both. Against his mouth, Janie gasped with pleasure, feeling his erection grow thick and hard against her belly.

Memories of the previous night entered her mind and brought with them longings. She needed to touch him, needed him to touch her, and she didn’t care if it was crazy. “Gabe,” she whispered, tearing her mouth from his. “You were right. I lied. You’re the right man. I know it. I want to make love with you. I--”

He backed up, breaking all contact. “Whoa. Slow down a minute,” he said in a raspy breath. Running a hand through his hair,