Amy Andrews

Jemima Jane Erickson was one drunken pass away from jumping Ethan Weston's bones. He just didn't know it.

You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?_ she demanded. __hat are you, like fifteen?_ She eyed him in disgust. __ can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was about comfort and solace. About helping you to forget for a while.__than blinked as the full magnitude of her words pelted him like shrapnel. __h my God. It was a pity fuck?

JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valleys, dark shaggy hair spread around his head like a freaking halo on her pillow. Well too damn bad for this broken-down angel. She was the one who__ worked her ass off until two am. Not him. And she wanted her bed back.

All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long and hard. To reach the pinnacle as fast as he could, to leap off the edge and truly leave all his earth-bound worries behind.He was a cave man. He was a Neanderthal. He was fucking Cro-Magnon.

He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?

Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.

He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she__ known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.

He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.

He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.

I__ going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I__ going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you__e being murdered.

Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn__ litter, she didn__ cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She__ never even jaywalked. And she lived in New York for Christ__ sake! But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls.

He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. __ was wrong before. You__e definitely the best part._ Faith__ breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She__ been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who__ been keen to get her into bed but she__ never been told she was the best part of anybody__ anything.

Love is a risk. It always is. None of us is guaranteed a long life. But love takes courage.

I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I__ battered and bruised and I__ tougher, but I__ still here. I__ scared to death, but I__ more frightened of a life without you.

You have no idea how dirty I can play._ He laughed. __ring. It. On.

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn__ leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided__ravo!

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

If I__ known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.