A Sparkle In The Cowboy's Eyes

Rolling her eyes, Merideth lay back, settling beside him, then groaned when her gaze met her reflection on the ceiling. “That is sick,” she said, frowning at the mirror above.

John Lee stifled a yawn. “What’s sick?”

“That!”

He opened his eyes and met her gaze in the mirror above them. They lay side by side, their shoulders almost touching.

“And that, too,” she added, pointing to the mirrored wall beside the bed.

His mouth curved in a teasing grin when her gaze met his again on the ceiling. “I don’t know. Personally, I kind of like ’em.”

“You would,” she grumbled. She snagged the comer of the pillow beneath his head, gave it a tug and plopped her head down on it. “This room looks like something straight out of a cathouse.”

“You ever been in a cathouse?”

Merideth squirmed, nudging him over, until she had the lion’s share of the pillow. “No, but I played a call girl once.”

“A call girl, huh?”

Comfortable now, she met his gaze in the mirror. “Yes, a call girl. A very expensive one, I might add.”

“Were you any good?”

She smiled smugly. “The best.”

Wide awake now, John Lee rolled to his side, propping an elbow on the mattress and his cheek on his palm as he looked at her. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine Merideth playing the part of a high-priced prostitute. With those pouty lips, that voluptuous figure and those sultry eyes, she would be a natural for the part.

A woman like her could drive a man wild...and did, he was sure.

Of course, she’d had years of practice to prepare for the part. Even as a teenager she’d been aware of her feminine wiles and had honed them to a razor-sharp edge on her unsuspecting male classmates. Fights were fought over her, bets made and lost as to who would win her heart. But even though she’d had her pick of the guys, he couldn’t remember her ever having a steady boyfriend. He supposed it was because she’d enjoyed all the attention too much to sacrifice it for the love of just one man.

Three years her senior, John Lee had never competed with the others for her attention. He’d never needed to. He’d had his hands full keeping all the girls who’d chased after him satisfied. But he’d been aware of her, just the same.

Any other woman undergoing as close a scrutiny as John Lee was giving her right now might have fidgeted and fussed, but not Merideth. She was way too sure of herself to squirm. She met his gaze squarely, confidently and maybe a bit cockily.

“The best, huh?” he said, eyeing her.

“The very best.”

“What was your specialty?”

She laughed at his question, that low sultry laugh of hers that crawled along a man’s nerves and tightened his groin.

“I wasn’t the star in some porno flick, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she told him. “It was daytime television. In fact, as I recall, there was actually only one scene with a john. Monique, the character I play, or rather played,” she amended, frowning as she remembered that the part was no longer hers. Marcus had stripped her of it, just before—She stanched the thought before it could fully form, not wanting to think about the past and all she’d lost. “Anyway,” she went on, “Monique had a dual personality that surfaced from time to time. She was the wife of a successful doctor, and her alter ego, Charise, was the prostitute. Unfortunately—”

While she rattled on with her synopsis of the story line and the description of her character, John Lee only half listened, his attention stolen by the movement of her lips.

She had a delectable mouth. Full and soft, the points of her upper lip’s bow sharp and well-defined. He wondered what those lips would feel like pressed against his, moving in a slow sensual mating of taste and texture. As he watched, mesmerized, her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to trace a line along her upper lip, wetting it. Her tongue bumped that little tight bow at the center of her upper lip and John Lee had to bite back a groan.

He knew it was a mistake, knew that he might very well be jeopardizing the arrangement that he’d made with Merideth to look after Cassie, but even knowing this, he couldn’t resist the temptation to taste her.