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things that man can do with his hands&  her voice trailed off as she remembered just exactly how talented
he was with his fingers.
 Okay, so he s the best thing since Mom s double fudge brownies. Then what s wrong with him?
Does he have like an extra nipple or something? What?
Grace laughed.  No, he doesn t have an extra nipple.
 That s a relief, Faith said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Grace sobered as she thought over Faith s question.  I don t know, sis. He s just so intense. When I m
around him I feel like he can see right into my soul. I m not sure I m ready for a guy like Jackson.
 And yet you still made out with him. It seems to me like your body is tired of your brain holding
back. Maybe you need to give him a chance. See where it goes.
 I gave him a chance tonight and he left. Grace got angry all over again as she remembered his
parting words.  Do you know what he said? He said if I wanted the rest, I d have to get it from him in
Vegas. See what I mean? He s so annoying.
 Vegas? Since when did you decide to go to Vegas?
 Since today. There s a big IT convention there next week. Jackson invited me to come along and
check out the latest technology for Vaughn s. When I refused, he called me chicken. Can you believe that?
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 Ah, the magic word. Boy, he really knows how to push your buttons.
Oh he d pushed buttons all right. And she d had a delicious orgasm as a result.  Yeah, don t remind
me.
 So, maybe you go to Vegas. Maybe you see if you can t make him squirm a little.
Grace grinned.  I like the way you think.
 Thanks. Now, can I get back to my book? Rafe just tied Kimberley to the bed.
 Sure, but I want it when you re done.
 Of course.
They said their goodbyes and hung up. Grace bit off another piece of her chocolate bar and thought
about Faith s words. Make him squirm. Now that s something she could wrap her mind around.
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 I have nothing to say to you.
Jackson was more confused than ever. He d been going insane since he d tasted her juices. Nothing in
his life had prepared him for the sweet flavor of Grace Vaughn. The entire weekend had passed in a blur.
His mind had lingered on the feel of Grace s soft curves, the intoxicating flavor of her arousal. He d ached
to take her, to drive his cock deep, fuck them both into the next damn century. Knowing she d resent the
hell out of him afterwards had caused him to hold back. He needed her to come to him.
As they sat on the plane at the Las Vegas airport waiting to exit, Jackson was at his wits end with
Grace s refusal to speak to him.  What s your problem? You ve been silent the entire plane ride.
 You know what the problem is. Don t play dumb.
 You re pissed I left you the other night, is that it? You think it was easy for me to walk away?
 I think you re crazy if you think I ll ever let you so much as touch me again, much less do anything
else on this trip.
 You would ve hated me if I d taken you to bed. You would ve run so fast in the opposite direction
my head would ve spun. Then where would we be?
Her gaze remained on the window as she said,  Your biggest problem is that you think you know me
so well. You don t, so stop acting like you do.
 I know you well enough to know you weren t ready to sleep with me. You would ve woken up
cursing me. Don t deny it.
She swiveled around to face him. At least she wasn t avoiding him. It was something.  You know
what I think? I think you re the one who s afraid. I think you like it when I turn you down, because then
you don t have to deal with a woman who can string two words together. It s easier to date bimbos. There s
no real challenge there.
 The women I date aren t bimbos, and you re purposely steering the conversation away from what s
really bothering you. You wanted me, and I left.
Grace leaned closer and growled,  I wanted you, yes, but you can t handle a real woman. You like
women who drop at your feet and fawn all over you. I ve seen them, so don t deny it. Don t play the
martyr, either. It doesn t suit you. You left because you got scared.
Jackson s anger rose.  You want it all out in the open? Fine, but don t blame me if it s more than
what you wanted to hear. He lifted his hand and cupped the back of her head. When she tried to pull away,
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he held her firmly with a fist full of her soft blonde curls. His whisper was for her ears alone.  Fear isn t
what has my cock rock hard right now. Fear isn t what rode me the other night, either, baby. I wanted to
take you to the floor and fuck you. First I wanted to see you come again so I would have gotten on top of
you and watched your pretty blue eyes dilate and your face flush with heat. But then I would have wanted
to see your sexy ass. I would ve flipped you over and fucked you from behind, maybe spanked you a few
times for being so goddamn contrary. After we recovered a bit, I would have taken you to the shower and
fucked you there too. I want my cock inside of you. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass. I want my come
filling you. I left because I wanted you too much.
Her mouth dropped open and her face turned beet red.
Was she afraid of him now? Shit. This wasn t at all how things were supposed to go.  I d never 
He never got to finish what he was about to say because the flight attendant came over the intercom and
announced they could exit the plane. Their alone time had just disappeared.
Baggage claim and the cab ride seemed to take forever. When they arrived at the hotel, there wasn t
any privacy to be had there, either. They checked in for the convention and retrieved their room keys. By
the time they had a few minutes alone in the elevator, they d arrived at their floor, and Grace scurried off to
her suite, leaving him to wonder how things had gone from bad to worse.
He went to his own room, slid the keycard through the slot and pushed the door open. After tossing
his suitcase on the bed, he looked around at the opulent room. A foyer led to a large living room. Off to his
left was a little half-bath. The dark furniture, offset by bright carpeting and curtains, looked classy and
comfortable. The big plasma flat screen was a nice touch. A mirrored wet-bar, cool. He made his way into
the bedroom and noticed more mirrors, walls of them, in fact. Jackson stared at the bed and imagined
making love to Grace on the luxurious linens. He groaned. He went around a corner and found the
bathroom. Damn thing was fit for a king. The centerpiece was a deep Roman tub surrounded in black
marble. Christ, he really wanted Grace in that tub. His cell phone rang, interrupting the X-rated movie
playing in his head. He checked the caller ID, hoping it was Grace. His mom. Oh, yeah, he really wanted to
talk to her. She d see right through him, know something was wrong and want to help. It rang again. For a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]