she do for him?
She knew she’d do anything, anything at all.
Because just thinking about it was making her wet allover again. She couldn’t wait.
Forbidden Fruit
chapter four
JAGGER CHOPPED A HEAD OF BUTTER
LETTUCE, THE KNIFE coming down in a hard, staccato beat on the enormous butcher block built into the counter in his kitchen.
Take it easy, buddy.
Why the hell was he so wound up? You’d think this was his first date. How many times had he cooked for a woman? But tonight it was Mia Rose, and that was different.
His body was as wound up as a clock, his mind fullof images of her: her heart-shaped face, those startling green eyes, the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse. And most of all that soft, lush mouth that begged to be kissed.
Slow down.
Oh yeah, he’d have to take things damn slow with her if he wasn’t going to run her off again. She had that deerlike flight response down. He’d have to find a way to break through that. Because he planned on kissing that hot little mouth of hers. That, and every inch of her pale skin. He could almost imagine what she might taste like…
Shit! He yelped as he nicked his finger. Not a good idea to be so damn distracted with a knife in his hand. But she did that to him.
He had to get it together, to keep it under control.
There was no reason why this woman should throw him off balance. No, he’d learned his lessons well, and although he’d dated a lot these last months, he’d kept his guard up, kept the promise he’d made to himself after Elena had left. Just like Dad, finally.
Just keep it cool. It was simple enough.
But no one had ever made him feellthe way Mia Rose did.
He hardly knew her. He was being an idiot.
He tossed the lettuce into a large wooden bowlland grabbed a handfullof Roma tomatoes, chopped them up, going a little hard with the knife again. It didn’t help to dissipate the edginess in his body. He threw the tomatoes in, crumbled some Gorgonzola cheese over them, added a handfullof pecans he’d toasted earlier, then put the bowllin the refrigerator. It was a huge, brushed steellpiece of equipment he’d had to have. You could fit food for twenty in there. He loved it. Just as he loved his Wolf range, the smooth, modern concrete counters, the dark wooden cabinetry he’d had custom built.
He’d used most of his inheritance from his great-aunt Glenda to do it. But she’d been a helluva cook herself; she wouldn’t have minded. His father’s family was all from New Orleans, a reallfood town. It was in his blood, he figured. Too bad he hadn’t inherited the music gene. That would have made his father a lot happier than his becoming a chef.
A small pang went through him, but he pushed it away. He’d always strived to please his old man in other ways, but it had never worked out. They were too different. Dad could fall in and out of a different woman’s bed every night, while Jagger just fell in love.
Not anymore.
He jammed the tip of the chopping knife into the butcher block, wiped his hands on a towel. Done with the food prep, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could not get Mia Rose out of his mind.
She wouldn’t be there for another hour. What was he supposed to do untillthen?
His cock gave a twitch.
Oh no. He’d been doing enough of that for a team of adolescent boys lately. He pressed down on his hardening member.
Down, boy.
This was ridiculous.
He grabbed the bottle of Cabernet he always kept on the counter and poured himself a glass. He needed something to take the edge off, and he was not going to masturbate again. Not this close to her being in his house. Christ, he would see her in an hour; he could manage to hold off that long.
Couldn’t he?
But there it was again, her face, her mouth, that hot, gorgeous mouth. He knew exactly what it would taste like. Sweet, but not too sweet. Oh no, Mia Rose Curry was a little hard on the outside. He’d have to work his way past that before her lips went soft and
She knew she’d do anything, anything at all.
Because just thinking about it was making her wet allover again. She couldn’t wait.
Forbidden Fruit
chapter four
JAGGER CHOPPED A HEAD OF BUTTER
LETTUCE, THE KNIFE coming down in a hard, staccato beat on the enormous butcher block built into the counter in his kitchen.
Take it easy, buddy.
Why the hell was he so wound up? You’d think this was his first date. How many times had he cooked for a woman? But tonight it was Mia Rose, and that was different.
His body was as wound up as a clock, his mind fullof images of her: her heart-shaped face, those startling green eyes, the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse. And most of all that soft, lush mouth that begged to be kissed.
Slow down.
Oh yeah, he’d have to take things damn slow with her if he wasn’t going to run her off again. She had that deerlike flight response down. He’d have to find a way to break through that. Because he planned on kissing that hot little mouth of hers. That, and every inch of her pale skin. He could almost imagine what she might taste like…
Shit! He yelped as he nicked his finger. Not a good idea to be so damn distracted with a knife in his hand. But she did that to him.
He had to get it together, to keep it under control.
There was no reason why this woman should throw him off balance. No, he’d learned his lessons well, and although he’d dated a lot these last months, he’d kept his guard up, kept the promise he’d made to himself after Elena had left. Just like Dad, finally.
Just keep it cool. It was simple enough.
But no one had ever made him feellthe way Mia Rose did.
He hardly knew her. He was being an idiot.
He tossed the lettuce into a large wooden bowlland grabbed a handfullof Roma tomatoes, chopped them up, going a little hard with the knife again. It didn’t help to dissipate the edginess in his body. He threw the tomatoes in, crumbled some Gorgonzola cheese over them, added a handfullof pecans he’d toasted earlier, then put the bowllin the refrigerator. It was a huge, brushed steellpiece of equipment he’d had to have. You could fit food for twenty in there. He loved it. Just as he loved his Wolf range, the smooth, modern concrete counters, the dark wooden cabinetry he’d had custom built.
He’d used most of his inheritance from his great-aunt Glenda to do it. But she’d been a helluva cook herself; she wouldn’t have minded. His father’s family was all from New Orleans, a reallfood town. It was in his blood, he figured. Too bad he hadn’t inherited the music gene. That would have made his father a lot happier than his becoming a chef.
A small pang went through him, but he pushed it away. He’d always strived to please his old man in other ways, but it had never worked out. They were too different. Dad could fall in and out of a different woman’s bed every night, while Jagger just fell in love.
Not anymore.
He jammed the tip of the chopping knife into the butcher block, wiped his hands on a towel. Done with the food prep, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could not get Mia Rose out of his mind.
She wouldn’t be there for another hour. What was he supposed to do untillthen?
His cock gave a twitch.
Oh no. He’d been doing enough of that for a team of adolescent boys lately. He pressed down on his hardening member.
Down, boy.
This was ridiculous.
He grabbed the bottle of Cabernet he always kept on the counter and poured himself a glass. He needed something to take the edge off, and he was not going to masturbate again. Not this close to her being in his house. Christ, he would see her in an hour; he could manage to hold off that long.
Couldn’t he?
But there it was again, her face, her mouth, that hot, gorgeous mouth. He knew exactly what it would taste like. Sweet, but not too sweet. Oh no, Mia Rose Curry was a little hard on the outside. He’d have to work his way past that before her lips went soft and
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