Wild Fling or a Wedding Ring? Page 4

  “Get lost, Jackson.”

  And now with the Jackson business? Nice. Yeah, you first. “Seriously, Cali, what’s your problem?”

  Her head snapped around. “Are you kidding?”

  He rolled his shoulders, then cocked his head, waiting her out. She issued a disgusted grunt and blew a renegade tendril of hair from her eyes with an exasperated breath. “I work for your sister-in-law. And, as I’m sure you’re aware, a position within her corporation is highly coveted.”

  Jake watched her march around the hotel room, gathering her things. “Yeah. I’m aware.”

  As a rule he considered himself a gentleman, but he’d be damned if he’d help—especially since her arm didn’t seem to be bothering her too much and the dressing was holding. Instead he propped a shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms and legs, and forced a careless smile while refusing to give in to the urge to grab that bag out of her hands and load it himself.

  Cali wrenched a zipper closed, huffing. “So you see what’s at stake?”

  Not really. Aside from the fact that what had happened last night had nothing to do with Cali’s job, Jake was a big boy, and not prone to crowing about his phone booth conquests to just anyone who would listen. If she wasn’t planning to spill to Amanda, Jake was more than happy to save himself a whole lot of hassle and keep his mouth shut too.

  Only Cali was back in his face, panic and fury blazing in her cheeks. “I see that smug look,” she accused, like the crazy person he suspected her to be. “Don’t think for one second that you have me bent over a barrel because of last night.”

  Bent over a barrel?

  Right now she deserved to be bent over his knee. His jaw clenched as he struggled for patience. What did it matter what she thought? Jake wasn’t a man concerned with others’ perceptions, so why should he feel himself rising to the bait of this woman he had nothing, nothing, invested in?

  She glared up at him in silent accusation, and suddenly concepts like self-control and maturity lost their allure. “Relax, sweetheart, if I’d really wanted you in bed, or bent over anything, I would have had you there last night. All I had to do was stop one second earlier and you would have been begging me. Strike that. You did beg.”

  Cali’s chin pulled back with her gasp. Patches of red splashed up her neck and face. “You jackass!”

  Ha! That felt better. Rising above was overrated. “Really? Me?”

  “I never—”

  “Please, don’t even try to deny that you weren’t desperate for what I gave you.”

  Cali’s fists landed on her hips as she leaned forward. “Desperate’s a pretty big word when satisfaction comes as easy as a pack of D-cell batteries, buddy,” she answered with an icy laugh.

  He knew what she was implying, and he didn’t want to think about it—not now. Not with her waving her ticket to Crazyville in his face.

  They’d gotten off track, anyway. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth for a moment’s control. They needed to take this down a notch.

  “Look, trust me, I’m not about to go talking to Amanda about this.”

  “Oh, that I never doubted,” she huffed. “Men like you make me want to…to….”

  She’d stopped in her tracks, and, standing there red-faced, arms cocked at her sides, fists balled, she looked as if she wanted to stomp her foot.

  She was a hassle.

  Irrational.

  Probably bipolar, considering the swing from last night’s engaging sweetheart to this morning’s unreasonable aggressor. His focus narrowed on the rise and fall of her chest, the pull and give of blue and white fabric across her breasts, the flush of red that darkened the hollow between them.

  Sexy.

  Jake didn’t do “crazy”. The passionate drama that drew some men was, to him, like a neon sign flashing in screaming orange: Run!

  Only this time it wasn’t.

  This time all that irrational heat and intensity was wrapped in a package he’d had his hands on once and was finding it harder and harder to ignore.

  “Men like me make you want to what?” he asked, taking a step toward her, dropping his tone to a bedroom lure. “I know what I made you want last night.”

  “Low-life bastard.” Her breath came faster, and the flutter of her pulse beneath the delicate skin of her neck became frantic. When she stepped back he closed in, propelled by some kind of contagious mental illness driving his predatory urge.

  “Tell me, Cali. What’s so different about this morning?” he taunted.

  Her eyes darkened, the long muscles of her throat moving up and down as she backed herself into the wall, crossing her arms over her chest—but not fast enough to hide the evidence of her hardened nipples straining through the taut fabric of her shirt. Lies and denial would only take her so far.

  “Are you deranged?” she whispered, in a husky voice that betrayed her emotions as much as the rest of her body had.

  Definitely. He had to be. Because something inside him had snapped and all he could think about was getting Cali into that big bed behind her. “You respond to me physically. I can see it.”

  “Because you’re man-candy. But I still wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

  “Man-candy?” He nearly laughed, loving the sound of it. “Really?”

  “It’s an insult!” she hissed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m dehumanizing you. Feel cheap and dirty, but for God’s sake don’t revel in it!”

  There wasn’t much he could do but shrug. “Man-candy” was the best insult he’d heard this decade. But Cali wasn’t done with him.

  “Is this some kind of sexual addiction condition with you? Do you need a support group? Can I call your sponsor?”

  Jake just stared steadily at her, knowing the bravado was about to break. And then it did—only not in the breathless, tossing-herself-into-his-arms way he’d expected.

  Suddenly Cali looked weary and defeated as she peered up at him. “Don’t vows mean anything to you?”

  That stopped him dead. Vows?

  Pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a picture—

  Not possible. She couldn’t think….

  But then it all made sense. The way she’d referred to Amanda. Her shock at seeing him, her hostility, her disgust, her resistance to the obvious chemistry between them.

  She thought he was married. And she was utterly undone over it—out of her mind upset, offended, and enraged.

  The corner of his mouth pulled into a grin he couldn’t fight. His sexy Cali, who hadn’t been kissed in so very long and who sparked his blood to fire, was a principled little thing.

  “Stop leering at me like that!” she snapped.

  “So this—this animosity is about the vows?” he asked, suddenly curious about the strength of her convictions.

  She blinked twice, and then met his stare with her own. “Don’t mock me. Of course it’s about the vows. And my job. Amanda’s my boss. It’s despicable that you don’t have enough respect for your poor wife to keep your tongue to yourself.”

  “Hey, as I remember it, you seemed rather eager for my tongue last night.” And she’d tasted good, too.

  “But to drag me into your—your debauchery is unconscionable—”

  Debauchery? Come on, that was cute.

  “Of course if you don’t care about your marriage, why would I think you’d care about jeopardizing my career?”

  Now, that wasn’t something she should have to worry about. This had gone far enough.

  “Just settle down. You’ve got me all wrong—” he began, feeling better than he had since the moment she tore out of the bar.

  “Save it. I haven’t got you at all.” With a cock of her head and a patronizing smile, she added, “Nor do I have any desire to get you.”

  “No, Cali, really, you—”

  “Please! I’m not interested. If you’ll give me the key and the address, we can say goodbye now and get on with the fallout from this freaking disaster.” Her fury
seemed to burn away as he watched. She slumped against the wall, her face slackened and her lids closed. “Please.”

  Jake caught her chin between his finger and thumb and forced her to look at him. “Let me finish.”

  Sure he had her attention, he softened his voice and lowered his face an inch closer to hers. “I didn’t realize Amanda still referred to me as her brother-in-law, because, lawfully speaking, I’m not. The ‘poor wife’ you’re referring to remarried four years ago, and has been living quite happily with Paulo ever since.”

  Her mouth dropped open, making Jake’s curve.

  “I. Am. Not. Married.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  MOUTH dry, head swimming, Cali stared dumbly. “You’re divorced?”

  “I prefer single,” he offered, with an all too amused wink. “It has a more pristine ring to it.”

  She’d just verbally assaulted the starring member in the hottest memory of her life, humiliated herself with gross misunderstanding, and there Jake stood, as stylish and smooth as the sleek hotel room itself, arms crossed, staring at her expectantly. Waiting for an apology, she supposed. Deserving one, possibly. Probably.

  Finally, she let out a huff and reluctantly met his eyes. “This is awkward.”

  “Isn’t it, though?” Again with that smirk.

  So he wasn’t married. That was good. But somehow the knowledge did little to alleviate her tension as his gaze slipped down to her mouth and then back up to her eyes.

  That was bad.

  She might not have earned the unsavory title of Other Woman, but she wasn’t out of the woods. “Amanda still thinks of you as her sister’s husband.” Or possibly she’d earmarked him as intended for her own use. Either way, mouth-staring was a serious breach of etiquette.

  “I assure you, she does not.” He sounded confident, but men could be obtuse when it came to seeing, or not seeing, what was right in front of their faces. Like a sister-in-law’s crush.

  Cali needed to look away, because the arrogant curve of those lips she’d test driven the night before was doing things to body parts that wanted in on the action.

  No!

  Regardless of Jake’s proven ability to deliver on the promises he was making without words, she shouldn’t be eyeing him as anything more than a ride to her new place. He was off-limits.

  “Settle down, Cali. We didn’t actually sleep together, so you can stop hyperventilating and turning beet-red every minute and a half.”

  “I am not—” Clearing her throat, she glanced down at the carpet, across to the low-profile coffee table and couch, then up to the recessed lighting. Anywhere but into his eyes. Suddenly that shame she hadn’t been able to muster a mere hour ago was on hand and in abundance. She’d begged Amanda’s brother-in-law for kisses. Revealed her desperation by admitting to how long she’d been without. And then used him until she—oh, the humiliation.

  “How’s that feeling?”

  Her head snapped up to see Jake jut his chin toward her injured arm.

  Cali glanced down, almost surprised by the patchwork of Band-Aids. “It’s fine, thanks.” Honestly, it barely registered. “I suppose I owe you an apology.”

  His thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans. “We both jumped to conclusions. Let’s just forget about it.”

  That seemed fair, but with his body so close to hers she wasn’t exactly thinking straight. Which had her temper kicking back into gear. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” she demanded.

  “That I was divorced?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It didn’t come up last night and I didn’t realize you thought I was married this morning. Why didn’t you just ask?”

  “Amanda calls you her brother-in-law. She raves about you—and I’ve never even heard of this Paulo before.”

  “Well, Amanda and I have been friends since we were kids. More like family, really, even back then. And she doesn’t particularly care for Paulo, though as far as I know he’s a decent guy.”

  The whole situation was absurd, and yet Jake was staring down at her, his Prince-Charming-gone-bad smile spreading by the minute. Irritating her. She was writhing with discomfort and he looked immensely entertained. The nerve! “Are you having fun?”

  Something in his expression turned serious. His endlessly blue gaze washed over her, drawing her in deeper as his fingers moved to the side of her face, brushing lightly over her cheekbones. His chest rose on a long, slow inhalation before he answered. “Not nearly as much as I’d like to.”

  The air was charged. Suddenly the comfortable suite Cali had spent the night in felt claustrophobic and confining. Her breath sucked in as Jake closed the distance between them. She should stop him, say something, only her mind had disconnected from the body that leaned forward, aching to touch. A million things ran through her mind. Laughter and need. Frustration and desire. Tastes and textures from the night before that made her mouth water and her pulse jump.

  His lips stopped a scant breath from hers. Their eyes locked, held.

  “Just one.” It was neither question nor command. Just the deep rasp of Jake’s warning an instant before his mouth closed over hers.

  She should have been able to resist. Pull away. Turn her head. At the very least ride it out with stoic indifference and a stiff lip. Anything! Except the familiar blade of his tongue teasing the seam of her lips—the coaxing pressure of a kiss barely begun—had her opening to him, trembling. Lost. Instantly desperate for his taste. Her body heated, tightened and went lax all at once as he slipped between her teeth. Stroked slow and deep, and dragged a helpless moan from the depths of her desire.

  Jake angled his head, and she melted against the hard planes of his body, let him fill her with his claim. Gave in to the heady rush of energy that surged like molten desire through her veins. It burned and branded, scorched with an irresistible heat that made her want to scream. More.

  His hands moved over her, hot and demanding, pushing over the swell of her breast, teasing the beaded tip of her nipple with his palm, grasping the base of her bottom to pull her closer to the hardening contours of his body. Hungry lips pulled at the tender skin beneath her jaw, found her earlobe and sucked. “What is it about you?” he growled into her curls.

  Her breath coming in ragged bursts, Cali’s eyes opened as his gruff demand penetrated her psyche. What was it about him? Last night had been an honest mistake, but today there was no excuse. She knew who he was. Knew he was Amanda’s… Amanda’s… Well, whatever he was, he was Amanda’s. Or at least that was how her boss saw it, which was all that should matter to Cali.

  She pushed at Jake’s shoulders. Tried not to think about replacing her hands with her mouth to nip at the solid muscle beneath. “Jake. This is a mistake.”

  His gaze bored into her. If he’d sunk back into the kiss she would have been lost. Utterly. But instead he searched her face, her eyes. Holding her rapt until the smoky hunger dissipated and once again the clear blue sky stared down at her. “You’re probably right about that.”

  Cali nodded, still unable to look away, still held in arms so strong and secure she’d nearly melted in them.

  His lips brushed against her temple and then he pulled back, his face composed, pleasant. Unreadable. “Let’s get you over to your new place.”

  Top down, radio off, Jake rolled to a stop beneath the hotel’s awning. He’d gone for the car while Cali organized the last of her files and folders and checked out, allowing him a moment to get a grip on the uncharacteristic impulses laying siege to his brain and various organs to the south.

  Neither of them needed the complications jumping into bed would raise. Rationally, he knew that. Only it seemed his response to Cali wasn’t entirely rational.

  Gripping the black leather-encased wheel, he shut his eyes and tried to ground himself. Women didn’t go to his head like this. Ever. Sure, he was susceptible to their allure in a general, appreciative kind of way, but he was a pragmatic guy. He didn’t do the stupid thing. Didn’t throw caution aside for a
good time—not anymore. Life had consequences. It was a lesson he’d learned the hard way a long time ago, and one he didn’t forget. So why was he even thinking about a woman who A: kept turning him away, and B: came with strings?

  Well, the answer to A didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out. Her reluctance to get involved made her safe. She wasn’t interested in a relationship—she’d said it flat out at the bar—and yet she couldn’t quite resist him. So he wouldn’t have to worry about her planning their wedding the first time he got her into a bed. Which made her ideally suited for a fling. Throw in the fact that she was leaving within a few months’ time and it almost negated B. The strings. She worked for Amanda.

  In his business, a part of his life—Amanda who already tied him to too many things he’d prefer to let go.

  Definitely not the kind of hassle he needed.

  He shook his head and caught a glimpse of motion from the corner of his eye as Cali pushed through the revolving doors and stepped out into the fresh morning air. A gentle breeze caught a few auburn curls that had slipped free of their tie, framing her face in a soft show of light, color and motion.

  His chest tightened, his groin quickly following suit.

  Hell.

  Didn’t matter. She looked good. There was some chemistry. So what?

  The big head was in control and it was telling him to ignore the little head’s apparent unflagging interest. He wouldn’t give in to the persistent itch that had him speculating as to what it would take to get Cali beneath him, because, logically, he knew he was better off keeping things hands-off.

  The only place he had to get Cali was into her apartment.

  Jumping out of the car, Jake rounded to the passenger side to help her in. “All set?”

  “Yes, thanks.” She settled back, reaching for the seatbelt over her shoulder. The fabric of her top pulled taut with the twist of her body. She crossed to fasten the belt, and the swell of one creamy breast pushed forward as the deep vee of her halter offered a tantalizing view into the shadowy hollow of her cleavage. A rush of blood straight to Jake’s head was followed immediately by its plummet south, to the usurper beneath his belt.