Mismatch - By Nana Malone Page 0,10

you're going to be my personal cheer up committee, I'd rather it be quiet.”

Jessica chewed on her top lip and averted her gaze. He might look like Poindexter, but his thought process was right up her alley. “I couldn't have said it better myself.”

“I prefer it when I can see your eyes.”

She tried to avoid his gaze and swallowed around the lump in her throat. Intimacy was not on the menu tonight, at least not the emotional kind. If he kept insisting on seeing her and talking to her, he’d ruin her about-to-have-anonymous-sex buzz. And he was replacing it with something else that felt like nerves.

She searched through her cache of awesome one-liners for a flippant quip but couldn’t think of one. The slow caress of his fingers at her lower back robbed her of the ability to think properly. Her instincts told her to bolt. Get out before he saw too much. Before he got a gander at her soul. Before he had the chance to run first.

She cleared her throat and made an effort to disengage. But he held her still. “You can run if you want to, but I have a feeling you want to find out if what you’re feeling is as combustible as you think it'll be.”

“I—” She froze when his head dipped down to hers. Even though her brain gave the command to bolt, her body rooted itself in his arms. His body heat wrapped around her like flames. His scent mingled with hers, and the combination of citrusy musk, spice, and flowers made a potent combination. She swayed into him, and she sensed his smile of triumph. Before his lips met hers, one of his big hands scooted to the top of her ass and tucked her body flush against his. She gasped as she felt the full length of his arousal throbbing and pulsing against her belly.

On the parting of her lips, his mouth covered hers.

Combustible didn't even begin to describe it. The fire that had licked at her skin was only a precursor. When his tongue expertly coaxed hers into a mating dance, her blood boiled. The voice in her head that had screamed at her to run was drowned out by the one that begged her to rub all over this man with the magic lips.

The low growl from his chest enthralled her as his hand stopped being respectable. Large palms scooted to her ass and lifted her, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist. Her dress rode up, and as the flesh of her moist core came into contact with the soft fabric of his trousers, she gasped.

He cursed as he broke the kiss. “You’re wearing a G-string.” He blinked at her as he tried to make sense of it all. The fire burned in his eyes, and his cock jerked again.

Jessica aimed for saucy as she said, “Well, this dress doesn't really support panty lines.”

“Holy shit.”

“I think the phrase you’re looking for is holy fuck.”

And there it was, the sexy lift of the right side of his lips into a not-quite smile. She moved against him in an involuntary effort to get closer. The fire would abate and she needed him.

His hands squeezed her cheeks again, and he moaned. But when his lips returned to hers, he was as gentle as if they had all the time in the world. All her efforts to convince him to deepen the kiss failed as he lazily sipped at her lips. When he placed her gently on the cushioned padding of one of the booths, she clapped her legs around him tighter. He dragged his lips from hers and nipped at the column of her neck.

His hands skimmed her thighs, pausing only to gently squeeze her hips before tracing up her belly. Jessica gasped, unable to think about anything but having him inside her. All she wanted was to focus on how he made her feel. Not about any consequences of what she was about to do. She wanted to hold on to the heated tingling of her skin and to the promise of ecstasy.

“Look at me.” His voice broke through the haze of fog.

Lifting her heavy lids, she blinked up at him.

“Tell me your name.”

Stubborn wasn't he? “We covered that already.” She attempted to distract him by stripping off his shirt. With each button she released, her smile broadened. Talk about tall dark and handsome. She'd have to add ripped to that description. She didn't know what he