Unger. Tall, blond,
good-looking. Sports star, too. Track or football or something like that.
He’d clung to her for an entire semester. They’d seen each
other every day. He’d been so sweet to her, hugging her, kissing her, taking
her places.
The lovemaking hadn’t been spectacular, but that had been as
much her fault as his. Still, she’d thoroughly enjoyed having a guy like Larry
pay attention to her. They’d grown so close they even did homework together.
She’d helped him with all his papers.
He’d graduated with honors.
And then she’d never heard from him again.
Lara vowed to never get involved with a man again after that
disaster. And she’d held herself to that vow. Until she met Mark.
But Mark was different. She’d already given him the
interview. He’d been the one to ask to see her socially. He had no ulterior
motives other than interest in her as a person.
What a refreshing change. She’d like to be able to trust a
guy. She’d been so dumb back then, so blindly trusting.
Nice not to have to worry about that happening again.
Lara jumped at the sound of the doorbell, her heart thumping
against her chest. Really, this heart-pounding, sweat-inducing panic attack was
ridiculous. A man coming over shouldn’t thrill her this much.
But it did. She opened the door and sighed. A guy shouldn’t
be able to look so good dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless
shirt. Yet, Mark did. “Hey there.”
“Hey yourself. You look gorgeous.”
She looked down at her plain yellow sundress and wondered
what he saw that she didn’t. He was the one who looked good enough to eat.
And didn’t that thought just gel in her mind and conjure up
all kinds of wicked images? “Thanks. You look pretty darned good yourself.”
Mark stepped in and pulled his hand from behind his back,
producing a dozen coral roses. She stopped breathing.
“Thought you might like these.”
Like them? No one had given her flowers before. Ever. With
hands that had begun to shake, she took the flowers. “Thank you. They’re
lovely. I’ll just go put them in a vase. Please, sit down and make yourself
comfortable.”
She rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. She’d
just sounded like a fifties sitcom wife. Please sit down and make yourself
comfortable ? She wondered if there were any books on how to carry on a
social conversation without sounding like a moron.
“Would you like a drink?” she hollered, arranging the roses
in a vase of water.
“Not right now.”
Lara shrieked as Mark slipped his arms around her waist.
“You scared me!” She started to turn, but he held her tight.
“Don’t move. I want to smell you.”
When he pressed his lips against her neck and inhaled, she
shivered and nearly dropped the vase. Setting it carefully on the countertop,
she braced her hands on the sink, fighting back the desire that washed over
her. His body pressed full-length against her back, denim jeans brushing her
legs and setting her afire.
He moved his hands over her waist, down her hips, squeezing
the flesh there until her legs shook.
“I didn’t mean to start anything,” he whispered, his voice
husky and aroused. His erection nestled against her buttocks, creating a wet
arousal between her legs.
“Yes, you did.”
“Okay, maybe I did. Maybe I couldn’t wait to get my hands on
you. Want me to step away? We could sit down in the living room and talk about
books and stuff.”
Books and stuff? Was he insane? His body tucked against hers
had her thinking myriad thoughts, none of which centered around sitting in the
living room and talking about books.
Emboldened by his desire for her, she leaned back and cupped
his neck. “I don’t want to talk about books and stuff. In fact, I don’t want to
talk about anything at all.”
“Good answer.” He spun her around and pulled her against
him. His erection brushed the sensitive spot between her legs and she nearly
died from the sensations arcing
good-looking. Sports star, too. Track or football or something like that.
He’d clung to her for an entire semester. They’d seen each
other every day. He’d been so sweet to her, hugging her, kissing her, taking
her places.
The lovemaking hadn’t been spectacular, but that had been as
much her fault as his. Still, she’d thoroughly enjoyed having a guy like Larry
pay attention to her. They’d grown so close they even did homework together.
She’d helped him with all his papers.
He’d graduated with honors.
And then she’d never heard from him again.
Lara vowed to never get involved with a man again after that
disaster. And she’d held herself to that vow. Until she met Mark.
But Mark was different. She’d already given him the
interview. He’d been the one to ask to see her socially. He had no ulterior
motives other than interest in her as a person.
What a refreshing change. She’d like to be able to trust a
guy. She’d been so dumb back then, so blindly trusting.
Nice not to have to worry about that happening again.
Lara jumped at the sound of the doorbell, her heart thumping
against her chest. Really, this heart-pounding, sweat-inducing panic attack was
ridiculous. A man coming over shouldn’t thrill her this much.
But it did. She opened the door and sighed. A guy shouldn’t
be able to look so good dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless
shirt. Yet, Mark did. “Hey there.”
“Hey yourself. You look gorgeous.”
She looked down at her plain yellow sundress and wondered
what he saw that she didn’t. He was the one who looked good enough to eat.
And didn’t that thought just gel in her mind and conjure up
all kinds of wicked images? “Thanks. You look pretty darned good yourself.”
Mark stepped in and pulled his hand from behind his back,
producing a dozen coral roses. She stopped breathing.
“Thought you might like these.”
Like them? No one had given her flowers before. Ever. With
hands that had begun to shake, she took the flowers. “Thank you. They’re
lovely. I’ll just go put them in a vase. Please, sit down and make yourself
comfortable.”
She rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. She’d
just sounded like a fifties sitcom wife. Please sit down and make yourself
comfortable ? She wondered if there were any books on how to carry on a
social conversation without sounding like a moron.
“Would you like a drink?” she hollered, arranging the roses
in a vase of water.
“Not right now.”
Lara shrieked as Mark slipped his arms around her waist.
“You scared me!” She started to turn, but he held her tight.
“Don’t move. I want to smell you.”
When he pressed his lips against her neck and inhaled, she
shivered and nearly dropped the vase. Setting it carefully on the countertop,
she braced her hands on the sink, fighting back the desire that washed over
her. His body pressed full-length against her back, denim jeans brushing her
legs and setting her afire.
He moved his hands over her waist, down her hips, squeezing
the flesh there until her legs shook.
“I didn’t mean to start anything,” he whispered, his voice
husky and aroused. His erection nestled against her buttocks, creating a wet
arousal between her legs.
“Yes, you did.”
“Okay, maybe I did. Maybe I couldn’t wait to get my hands on
you. Want me to step away? We could sit down in the living room and talk about
books and stuff.”
Books and stuff? Was he insane? His body tucked against hers
had her thinking myriad thoughts, none of which centered around sitting in the
living room and talking about books.
Emboldened by his desire for her, she leaned back and cupped
his neck. “I don’t want to talk about books and stuff. In fact, I don’t want to
talk about anything at all.”
“Good answer.” He spun her around and pulled her against
him. His erection brushed the sensitive spot between her legs and she nearly
died from the sensations arcing
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