Sweet Seduction

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?

You...

The words played on a loop in Daisy’s brain for the duration of the fifteen-minute ride back to her place, intermixed with moments from THE KISS. That was how Daisy thought of it: in big, bold capital letters.

She had never, ever been kissed like that.

Oh, she’d been kissed. But that kiss? Sweet Hannah, that kiss had been something else.

It had felt primal, the way Jamie took hold of her, moving toward her with authority, sliding his mouth and tongue across her lips...past her lips. The man had owned her mouth, and while at first she’d been shocked, she’d soon allowed it.

Encouraged it.

Craved it.

Now he was asking if she wanted more, and apparently a crowd of tiny beings had set up shop between her ears, because they were singing a chorus of “Yes! Yes! Yes!” in three-part harmony.

By the time Jamie pulled the bike up in front of Nana Sin’s, the combination of the ride—fast and impatient—and the memory of the kiss—slow and sexy—had left Daisy’s whole body throbbing. Boom, boom, boom, as though her heart was a bass speaker at a rock concert.

She was about to have sex. With Jamie Forsythe.

What?

She barely knew him. Not that she hadn’t imagined it many times before the whole Colin/Jamie thing, but...

Don’t overthink it, Daise. You’re hot for him. He’s hot for you. Now go upstairs and get some.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” piped up the people in her brain.

“Quiet,” Daisy whispered. She needed to think without the voices in her head distracting her.

“What did you say?” Jamie asked as he dismounted.

“Nothing.”

Instead of giving Daisy his hand, he leaned close, wrapped his strong hands around her waist and lifted her up and over the motorbike. As if she weighed nothing at all.

It was the sweetest, sexiest, most manly thing anyone had done for her.

Ever.

You don’t expect me to carry you across the threshold, do you? An uninvited memory of her ex-husband on their wedding night flashed inside Daisy’s head, and insecurity swept over her. Once the image faded, she found herself staring up into Jamie’s face. His eyes were dark with forbidden, seductive promises.

“You decided?”

She swallowed, or tried to, at least. “Can I think about it some more?”

He reached out to smooth her totally out of control hair. “If you have to think about it, the answer is no.” He kissed her softly and straddled the bike again, starting it up and revving the engine.

No!

He released the kickstand.

“Wait.”

He turned. “What?”

Daisy shrugged out of the jacket she was wearing. “Your jacket.”

“Keep it.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Just until next time.”

Until next time.

Why did those words both thrill and sadden her?

Because she didn’t want next time. She wanted right now.

“Jamie?”

“Yes?”

She bit her lip. “I’m glad you and Colin are different people.”

He grinned. “You and me both.”

She sidled closer. “And I...I forgive you for posing as him.”

“Good,” he said, and Daisy focused on his lips—such nice lips—as he spoke. “But I’m not sorry I did it. Not one bit.”

She raised her gaze to his. “Me, neither,” she said softly, resting her hands on his shoulders.

When he spoke next, the words seemed to come out of his mouth in slow motion. “Can I see you Monday?”

“Monday?” The word emerged, a tangible thing that Daisy could have touched if she wanted to.

“Yes.” The single syllable seemed to stretch on forever.

Why was everything moving so slowly? Daisy leaned down. “Monday would be nice.” She slid her hand to his chest, needing to feel the rumble of his deep voice within. Needing—