A Tempting Dare by Cathryn Fox

“Fuck, you taste good.”
    He deepened the kiss, found her tongue, and her body relaxed. Her arms snaked around her neck to hold on. He lifted her and set her on the counter, angling his mouth for a deeper taste of her. A soft moan caught in her throat.
    “Sebastian,” she murmured, her cheeks tinged a soft pink.
    “Say yes, Kat. Give me a couple more weeks. I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” She went quiet, a bevy of emotions playing over her face as she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. He had no idea what was going through her mind, but she couldn’t deny there was a sexual pull between them, that she wanted this as much as he did. She’d come to him last night for sex—maybe she was worried he wanted more. Needing to clarify and ease her mind, he said, “Two weeks of sex after we fly back home tomorrow. You and me exclusive for that time. That’s all I’m asking for.”
    She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Well, when you put it that way…”

Chapter Five
     
    Shifting from one foot to the other outside the airport, Kat glanced at Sebastian as he hiked his backpack over one shoulder and grabbed her suitcase from the trunk of the taxi. Her heart fluttered, everything about him messing with her body and brain. Honestly, she never should have let him kiss her last night. Kissing had changed everything—made it personal. She briefly pinched her eyes shut and repeated her mantra.
    He is not the love of my life.  He is not my one true soul mate.
    God, if only that were true.
    No matter how many times she chanted those words, it still didn’t change the outcome.  She was in love with Sebastian—had been for the last ten years—and she never, ever should have seduced him. He was a playboy who had no desire to settle down, and even though she was a divorce lawyer who saw relationships fail every day, deep down, she wanted the fairy tale, wanted Sebastian to sweep her off her feet.
    You are in so much trouble, girl.
    Cripes, at first, Sebastian hadn’t even wanted her as a fuck buddy. Which was good, because she didn’t want that, either. Nope, she wanted so much more. But then that hot encounter up against the counter had changed his mind. And why exactly had he come at her like a raging junkie in need of a fix after telling her it was over? Oh, she knew why, and she had no one to blame but herself. She was the one who’d teased him at the water balloon toss. The one who’d acted like a stupid, juvenile girl out for revenge. But earlier that morning, when he’d told her they couldn’t have sex again, she’d felt jilted. The man was a known player, and it hurt when he said he didn’t so much as want her as a fuck buddy. Payback was to tease him, let him know what he was missing out on.
    Talk about a plan backfiring. 
    Now they were going to be bed partners, for two weeks only.  Honest to God, becoming his fuck buddy for the next fourteen days was emotional suicide at best. When he had his fill and left for the next shiny thing—and he always left—it would hit harder than Thunder’s entire defensive end.
    “All set?” he asked.
    She reached for her bag, but he tugged it away. “I can carry my own luggage,” she said.
    “I know.” He nudged her with his shoulder and set her into motion. “But for the next two weeks, you’re mine, and I plan to take care of you, so get used to it.”
    Her heart wobbled and her hand brushed his free one as they walked up to check in. He quickly pulled it back and shot a nervous glance around. He might want her in his bed for the next two weeks, but he obviously didn’t want anyone to know about it. Was he protecting her or himself? Either way, it stung a bit, considering he’d never had a problem showcasing his women in the past.
    He walked up to the counter, and she took her suitcase from him and put it on the belt, having checked in online. A few minutes later, he met up with her and they walked to their gate. She was looking forward to