J.M. Stewart

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her.

She hadn__ come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood the man she__ spent all day tracking down__he infamous Dillon James. The man who would soon have the power to take away everything she held dear.

I promise I don__ bite._ He winked at her.That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed his skin even through his jeans. Her warm breaths puffed against his lips as she stared him dead in the eye. __hat if I do?

He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared at them. __ow __out you give me the benefit of the doubt every once in a while, hmm? I__ like a chance to prove I__ not that stupid kid anymore.

Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. __ think you missed.

How old are you?___ld enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

I don__ want to go home yet._ He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. __ake a walk on the wild side with me.

Doubt filled her eyes. __hat are we betting for, anyway?__e hadn__ thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.__ kiss._ The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn__ want to take them back. __ne kiss after you come back and see she__ all right.

You__e my best friend__ kid sister, Ang. I__e known you since you were eight._ He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. __hrist, if your brother finds out, he__l have my hide.

It was her turn to hold him up.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, clearly telling him what she thought about his need to protect his pride.He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and tapped a finger against her lips, somehow managing to ignore their softness and the overwhelming desire to taste them. __ou__e going to owe me for this one, I think.

Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you__e mine.

The man was potent to her system, her very own drug.

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn__ yet decided to buy. __ need a man.__ackson bit back a miserable groan. The woman would be the death of him.

For what it__ worth___e rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek_ __ like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he__ got. Not someone out to have a good time.

Or else I may do something I__ pretty sure you__l hate me for in the mornin_._ The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she__ manage to build against him.

If you continue to touch me,_ he said, his eyes flashing, searing into her, __ou__e going to end up in this tub with me.

How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?