Dark glasses masked his eyes, but Izzy knew behind them,
she’d find intense heat able to strip her to the soul. His
tousled blond hair was just as she remembered it, a little
unkempt, as if he hadn’t bothered with it. He was every bit
the Hollywood playboy portrayed in the press. And that
devil-may-care sexiness was going to be the death of her.
Before she could say anything else, his strong
arms and a warm musky scent enveloped her. Involuntarily,
her body stilled like an ice sculpture as her breasts came
into contact with the hard planes of his chest. Unable to
process the situation, she heard a faint clatter as his
sunglasses fell to the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut and
tried not to think of the last time she’d seen him, the last
time he’d abandoned her for Sabrina.
“Damn, Izzy, you look amazing.” He set her down,
but kept hold of one of her hands. Whiskey eyes poured warm
amber over every inch of her body. “How’ve you been?”
The source of her greatest humiliation wanted to
know how she’d been, as if they were old buddies. She
reminded herself they, for all intents and purposes, were
old buddies, until she’d made the mistake of pegging him as
her first lover.
Behind Jason, his companion, with his rugged
dark good looks and infectious smile, saved her from having
to speak. Not that she could have. “Did I miss something,
Jase? You two know each other?”
Jason’s smile flashed, making her want to do all
manner of inappropriate things. Smash his head in with a
frying pan? Strip him bare and see if he still looked as
good as he promised? Launch a full TET offensive on him with
her lips?
Not necessarily in that order.