Red Hot Reunion - Bella Andre Page 0,39

was visible above her sundress. And then his mouth was on her and she was desperate for him all over again.

He raised his head and the heat in his eyes took her breath away. “Delicious.”

Suddenly, Emma wasn’t hungry anymore. At least, not for food. He dipped his finger in the pot and held it out to her.

“Your turn.”

She sucked his finger into his mouth. He was right—the cream sauce tasted like heaven. Just like Jason.

“What do you think?”

She shivered as her tongue dragged across the pad of his index finger. “I love it.”

His eyes changed from molten heat to ice-cold steel. “Let’s get on with this cooking lesson so we can eat.”

In the blink of an eye he’d gone from playful to crisp and utterly detached. Emma felt as if he’d punched her in the stomach. What had she said that had been so wrong? He didn’t think “I love it,” meant “I love you,” did he?

Oh God, she thought with a sinking heart. That was exactly what he thought. Here he thought they were merely having fun in the sack and he was obviously afraid that she was reading more into his sensual attentions than he intended.

The small hope that had been building within her all day died. She knew better than to dream of building a new, better relationship with him. He might have accepted her apology but she had a feeling he was never going to trust her again.

But even though Emma’s heart was in a million pieces—and it was her own damn fault, of course, for not only betraying him in college, but for acting like such a hopeless romantic—she was determined to make the best of this precious time with Jason. After all, she certainly wasn’t suffering in his arms, was she?

Just because he wanted to keep things light and fun didn’t mean she had to go back home to her awful life with her tail between her legs, did it?

From here on out, she’d remember to keep their relationship carefree and sexy. And she definitely wouldn’t use the word “love” again under any circumstances. She’d get as much pleasure from being with Jason as she could, and then when it was time for her to finally return to real life, she’d have lots of truly wonderful memories to savor for the rest of her boring existence.

“I have an idea,” she said, forcing flirtatious banter that she didn’t really feel. “How about we scrap the cooking lesson and move straight to the eating strawberries and whipped cream off each other in bed part of the evening?”

He blinked once and then she visibly saw him relax as he bought her “I just want sex” act. She reached for him and the way he captured her mouth let her know exactly how much he wanted her body.

Even if he didn’t want any part of her heart.

He was getting in too deep. Jason knew it, and yet he’d found it impossible to pull away from Emma.

Until she said the L-word, that is. Just hearing it fall from her lips had knocked sense into him, like a ten-ton truck driving over his heart. What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be f**king her raw, not falling for her charming banter, her pretty smiles.

The problem was, no matter how he tried to keep his distance, he was sliding deeper and deeper into the quicksand. Falling for Emma all over again. Hard. Everything between them continued to change by the second as he slipped deeper and deeper into the woman he’d never stopped loving.

He wasn’t sure he could ever forgive her. But suddenly he wondered if he wanted to be with her badly enough, then perhaps he didn’t need atonement after all?

Breathless as he lifted her up onto the stainless-steel counter, Emma asked, “Have you ever made love here?”

“Well, there was this dame yesterday who wouldn’t leave me alone until I let her blow me in the restaurant.”

Emma blushed at the wicked memory, but even more so because she had so enjoyed being that dame.

“Lucky girl,” she murmured, playing along. “What about in the kitchen?”

“Do you mean have I ever had a hard time keeping my hands off the staff?”

She shook her head. “I know you wouldn’t do that. I was talking about bringing your dates here.”

Jason laughed at that, but since he was also running one hand up her bare thigh, she was having a hard time figuring out what was so funny.

“You don’t honestly think any