her gaze travel up the faded denim jeans covering muscular legs before she turned her attention back to the contents of the fridge.
“What are you doing in my refrigerator?”
“You said you were hungry. I’m going to make you something to eat. Eew! You have Brussels sprouts in here. You actually eat those things?”
He sounded like a surly teenager when he replied, “They’re good for you. You might want to give them a try sometime and lay off the manufactured sugars.”
Lorelei scoffed as she reached for a tub of hummus. “I don’t think so, buster. Besides, I eat plenty healthy.”
This time he snorted. “Since when? And stop wiggling your butt like that, it’s distracting.”
Emerging from the fridge with her hands full of ammunition, she grinned and closed the door with her hip. “Since always, that’s when. It’s only during a certain time of the month that my body craves junk food. A guy with as much female experience as you should know that.”
Mark leaned his behind against the counter and crossed his arms. His eyes danced with amusement. “Ah, gotcha.”
Lorelei opened a drawer and grabbed a butter knife. She dipped it in the hummus and collected a large amount on the blade. Swallowing a laugh, she turned to face him, barely twitched her wrist, and watched as red pepper hummus splattered across the front of his white T-shirt.
“I’M SO SORRY! Gosh, how clumsy of me. Let me get something to wipe that off with.”
Mark knew she’d done that on purpose. Her wide-eyed innocent act wasn’t fooling him. Not for a second. So she wanted to play dirty, did she?
The brat thought he couldn’t handle a little disorder, a little mess. She was about to find out how wrong she was.
He eyed her and drawled, “Now, honey, don’t you worry yourself over that mishap.” With a finger he wiped the blob off his shirt and flicked it on hers. “Oh darn. Looks like I’m slippery-fingered today, too.”
Her gasp of outrage made him laugh. Served her right for snooping around his office.
He saw her go for the hummus tub and snaked a hand out, snatching it an instant before she did. Mark couldn’t resist taunting, “Too slow, Hamburgler. You’re not stealing my fries.”
She made a face and let out a growl. She lunged for the tub. “Gimme that hummus, Mark.”
Amusement rolled through him. God, she was easy to tease. And tempting when she was riled. Color flooded her cheeks and her eyes turned vivid green.
He shook his head and raised his arm, holding the tub high above them. “Come and get it.”
“You don’t think I will?”
He laughed. “Can you reach it, short stuff?”
She huffed and blew away the hair hanging in her face. He wiggled the tub in challenge.
Lorelei jumped, missing the tub by a good six inches. “Catchers have good reaches, girl. You’d better try harder than that.”
She cussed, making him laugh. Then she jumped again. Again and again she tried until Mark was almost doubled over with laughter.
Finally, she stopped and gave him a good glare. “Fine. You win, you big jerk.”
He felt a stab of disappointment, but before he could respond she wheeled around and leaped, her legs wrapping firmly around his waist as both her hands grabbed at his arm. Shock and arousal shot through him as she wiggled up his body, using his arm like a fire pole.
The laughter slowly died in his throat when her legs clamped tight around him, pulling her heat snug against him. Her amazing breasts pressed flush against his chest. In an instant he was hard and aching for her.
Turning them, Mark pressed her against the counter. Oblivious to the hunger gnawing at him, she squeezed her legs and thrust up, taking the hummus out of his loose grip.
Her face lit with triumph, Lorelei sat on the counter and lowered her victorious gaze to him. Then she looked at him and her eyes went wide. “Oh my goodness,” she whispered.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Lust slammed into him and he took her mouth in a hot, carnal kiss. No tender coaxing, no gentle persuasion. He fed her a kiss full of a grown man’s raging need. No games. Just tongue, teeth, and raw sex.
She whimpered and it fueled him, ignited him. Made him burn.
He vaguely heard the sound of the tub of hummus as it hit the floor, splattering across the cupboards. Then her hands were on him, yanking at his shirt, pulling at his fly. Her lush mouth was moving wickedly against