Hotter than Texas (Pecan Creek) - By Tina Leonard Page 0,94
me horny when you sass me, you make me horny when you yell, you make me horny when you give me the finger.” He grinned, every word the truth and no pain at all to say it. “I’d just like the chance to make love to you before you chew me out today.”
She looked at him, her gaze totally suspicious. “I’m not here for makeup sex.”
“Oh no, sweetheart. I don’t believe in makeup sex.” He got up from the couch, made his way over to Sugar, judging the moment to pounce. “Dessert first, then dinner solves a lot of angst, in my opinion.”
“You’re suggesting we make love first, and then argue?”
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her. Though she didn’t respond, just stared up at him with those huge eyes, he felt pretty sure he was on firm footing. After all, she was talking and not running, and where there was talk, there was a chance. “If you still want to fuss at me after I make love to you, Sugar C, I will listen to your grievances until the sun comes up, I swear.”
“You have more shtick in you than a salesman,” Sugar said. “More even than a politician.”
He kissed her forehead, ran his palms down her arms. Picked up her hands to rest them against his chest, made sure one of her palms was right over his heart. “Every word I say is true, cross my heart and hope to die.”
“I am not falling for this,” Sugar said, “and even if I did agree to what you’re suggesting, I doubt you’d be able to get me in the mood. I’m pretty hot with you at the moment. I can’t pretend to feel something I don’t when I’m mad and upset.”
“I know the feeling. If I was mad and upset with you, I wouldn’t be able to get a hard-on,” Jake said.
“Well, then you see.” She sounded surprised.
“It’s true,” he said, “I was annoyed with you when your sister destroyed my house value with her blog.” He let out a big sigh. “I couldn’t have gotten any stand-up in my shorts if I’d wanted.”
Sugar blinked. “Then if you and I are mad at each other—and we seem to be covering some of the same ground, although by the way, our phone’s been ringing off the wall with people wanting a reservation in your house of hos—why are you trying to get in my pants?”
He ran his hands down her back, along her waist and over her ass, squeezing her cheeks with a sigh. The pink capri pants did nothing to disturb the smoothness of her body, and she was either wearing a thong or nothing, because all he felt under the thin cotton was Sugar.
And he was telling a wee fib, because he had his usual Sugar-rush going on down there, straight out, cramped in his jeans, desperate for her. “Like I said, you’re a strong woman, and I couldn’t have found a woman that makes me more crazy if I’d tried to dream you up myself.” He noticed she hadn’t protested him cupping her butt, so he smoothed his way back up to her waist, palming her ribcage. Baby steps to seduction, that was the key.
“Jake, it’s not going to work,” Sugar said. “I’m so annoyed with you, I just couldn’t. I’m a traditionalist. Dinner first.”
There it was, the invitation, issued in the form of a challenge. He loved challenges. “Okay. Go for it. I’m listening, doll face.”
She put her hands on her hips, which raised her breasts nicely, not that she needed any perk there. Still, he relished the teasing swell that peeked up underneath her white blouse when she wasn’t even trying to turn him on.
He had such a turn-on going he was probably going to explode. At least I’ll die happy. Almost happy.
He pulled her to him, cradling her, running a comforting hand over her back. Nonsexual, nonthreatening. Just making his way into her space, keeping the connection. “Spill it, sexy legs.”
She pulled back to look up at him. “You think my legs are sexy?”
He nodded. “I sure do. And your face, and your breasts, and your brain, and your ass, and the freckles around your bellybutton. Tell me everything that’s on your mind.”
“I feel like you undercut my business from the beginning,” Sugar said. “I feel like we never had your support.”
“That’s true.” He hiked Sugar up onto his waist so she straddled him, and carried her outside to the patio, where he