whetted her appetite for more, made sure there was no force on earth that would keep her from seeking him out on the next full moon. “I won’t break my vow. One month. I’ll be back here then.”
“Let’s skip a few steps. Meet me at my house on March twentieth. I’ll make you dinner.”
She stiffened her spine and turned to face him. “This isn’t a date, Jake. It’s just sex.”
He shrugged off her argument. “Semantics.”
She narrowed her eyes, but he cut off her argument. “Just be there. Okay?”
Josie nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her one last time. His lips pressed against hers sweetly, hotly. Then he muttered a quiet goodbye and walked back into the bar.
Chapter Three
Josie’s Howl List—March
1. Sex with a stranger
2. Sex in public
3. Anal
Josie stood outside the door to Jake’s apartment. She’d been standing there for several minutes, trying to get up the nerve to knock. For weeks, she’d considered blowing this full moon off, dropping the whole damn second-chance idea and crawling back into her safe little shell.
Ever since agreeing to this third meeting with Jake, Josie had struggled to sleep through the night—waking up in either full-blown panic attacks or so fucking horny she had no choice but to dig out her vibrator. She was losing her mind.
This damn list was supposed to be easy, uncomplicated, fun. And while there was no denying the actual doing of the deeds was off-the-charts amazing, her emotions were running riot and wearing her out.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, turning to leave. As much as she wanted to see Jake again, it would be a hell of a lot easier to break the connection now. If she went into his apartment tonight and accepted the little slice of heaven found in his embrace, she’d be setting herself up for yet another month of second-guessing and uncontrollable arousal. She couldn’t take any more of that.
She took two steps and stopped. Dammit. The pull was too strong. There was no way she could leave. She wanted Jake too much.
The door opened.
“Chickening out?”
She faced Jake and grimaced. “No.”
He grinned. “You’ve been pacing outside my door for five full minutes.”
She glanced at the wood, spotting the peephole. “You’ve been spying on me?”
Jake shrugged, his face showing no remorse. “Wanted to see if you’d knock or leave. I have to admit I’m a bit disappointed.”
“You should have held your post, kept playing Peeping Tom. Because if you had, you would have seen me coming back.”
He reached out and she took his hand. It was so easy to be with him, to go to him. All her doubts and worries melted away the second he touched her. Jake pulled her close, kissing her in the doorway. It was hard to find anything wrong with this feeling.
Josie wrapped her arms around his neck. Let the cards fall where they may. She was finished fighting this.
“Hungry?” Jake asked when he broke the connection.
“Starving.”
He chuckled. “I meant for dinner.”
She blinked a few times, trying to clear her lust-riddled thoughts. “Oh.”
Jake led her inside, shutting the door. “Damn. You keep looking at me like that and I’m pitching the barbeque ribs in the garbage and dragging you straight to bed.”
She ran her hand along his chest flirtatiously. “I wouldn’t complain.”
He captured her hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles in an old-fashioned gesture that could charm her out of her pants any day.
“Come on. Food. Then sex. Or maybe food and sex. We’ll play it by ear.”
Josie started to laugh, then released a gasp of surprise when her gaze landed on the special spread he’d laid out for her. His dining-room table was covered in a checkered tablecloth, set with simple white dishes. A candle burned in the center and a bottle of wine sat chilling in ice. “It looks like a picnic.”
He nodded. “Good. That’s what I was going for.” He pulled out her chair and she sat, flattered and
“Let’s skip a few steps. Meet me at my house on March twentieth. I’ll make you dinner.”
She stiffened her spine and turned to face him. “This isn’t a date, Jake. It’s just sex.”
He shrugged off her argument. “Semantics.”
She narrowed her eyes, but he cut off her argument. “Just be there. Okay?”
Josie nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her one last time. His lips pressed against hers sweetly, hotly. Then he muttered a quiet goodbye and walked back into the bar.
Chapter Three
Josie’s Howl List—March
1. Sex with a stranger
2. Sex in public
3. Anal
Josie stood outside the door to Jake’s apartment. She’d been standing there for several minutes, trying to get up the nerve to knock. For weeks, she’d considered blowing this full moon off, dropping the whole damn second-chance idea and crawling back into her safe little shell.
Ever since agreeing to this third meeting with Jake, Josie had struggled to sleep through the night—waking up in either full-blown panic attacks or so fucking horny she had no choice but to dig out her vibrator. She was losing her mind.
This damn list was supposed to be easy, uncomplicated, fun. And while there was no denying the actual doing of the deeds was off-the-charts amazing, her emotions were running riot and wearing her out.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, turning to leave. As much as she wanted to see Jake again, it would be a hell of a lot easier to break the connection now. If she went into his apartment tonight and accepted the little slice of heaven found in his embrace, she’d be setting herself up for yet another month of second-guessing and uncontrollable arousal. She couldn’t take any more of that.
She took two steps and stopped. Dammit. The pull was too strong. There was no way she could leave. She wanted Jake too much.
The door opened.
“Chickening out?”
She faced Jake and grimaced. “No.”
He grinned. “You’ve been pacing outside my door for five full minutes.”
She glanced at the wood, spotting the peephole. “You’ve been spying on me?”
Jake shrugged, his face showing no remorse. “Wanted to see if you’d knock or leave. I have to admit I’m a bit disappointed.”
“You should have held your post, kept playing Peeping Tom. Because if you had, you would have seen me coming back.”
He reached out and she took his hand. It was so easy to be with him, to go to him. All her doubts and worries melted away the second he touched her. Jake pulled her close, kissing her in the doorway. It was hard to find anything wrong with this feeling.
Josie wrapped her arms around his neck. Let the cards fall where they may. She was finished fighting this.
“Hungry?” Jake asked when he broke the connection.
“Starving.”
He chuckled. “I meant for dinner.”
She blinked a few times, trying to clear her lust-riddled thoughts. “Oh.”
Jake led her inside, shutting the door. “Damn. You keep looking at me like that and I’m pitching the barbeque ribs in the garbage and dragging you straight to bed.”
She ran her hand along his chest flirtatiously. “I wouldn’t complain.”
He captured her hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles in an old-fashioned gesture that could charm her out of her pants any day.
“Come on. Food. Then sex. Or maybe food and sex. We’ll play it by ear.”
Josie started to laugh, then released a gasp of surprise when her gaze landed on the special spread he’d laid out for her. His dining-room table was covered in a checkered tablecloth, set with simple white dishes. A candle burned in the center and a bottle of wine sat chilling in ice. “It looks like a picnic.”
He nodded. “Good. That’s what I was going for.” He pulled out her chair and she sat, flattered and
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