When Dr. Theresa Fallon meets a long, lean stranger in
business class, she's suddenly ready for anything. There's
something about Damien Black that makes her want to
surrender immediately...Which is why she accepts Damien's
spontaneous offer of a sizzling getaway. All in the name
of research, of course. And once the pretty professor
slips between the sheets with this hard-bodied man of
mystery, she discovers the meaning of the term erotic
pleasure...
Excerpt [Theresa and Damien, strangers, were seated side by side
in business class. Heβs been flirting and sheβs found
herself responding. Now dinner is overβ¦]
When the flight attendant had gone, Damien watched Theresa
add milk to her coffee and stir. Her bare arm moved in
circles, graceful and feminine. A smart, strong woman, yet
vulnerable and wary. She must have had other lovers since
her divorce, but her ex had done such a number on her, she
still mistrusted men. How could a guy be cruel to Theresa?
βAbout your husband,β he said abruptly.
The spoon clicked the side of the cup as her hand jerked.
βWhat? Oh, enough said. Itβs in the past.β
βYeah, but all the same, Iβd like to meet up with the bugger
in a dark alley. Iβd punch his lights out.β
His words, the grimness of his tone, clearly werenβt what
sheβd expected. Her eyes widened. βDay! Thatβs . . . you
wouldnβt. Thatβs so . . . uncivilized.β
βYouβre saying civilized meanness, like white-collar
cheating, is okay, but being physical isnβt?β
βWell . . .β Her tongue came out and ran across her top lip
as she considered. Color rose in her cheeks. βViolence isnβt
a solution.β Her lips tipped up at the corners, then the
smile took over, widening on her mouth, making her eyes
light. βAll the same, Iβd like to see it. Jeffrey would . .
.β She gave a snort of laughter. βGod, heβd be no match for
you.β
Damien loved seeing her laugh. Man, she was beautiful.
βTheresa? The guy was a fool. A woman like you shouldnβt be
taken advantage of, you should be appreciated. Slowly and
thoroughly. By a man who wants to make you feel like the
beautiful, sexy woman you truly are.β
The laughter had faded from her face as he spoke, to be
replaced by wonder. βDay? Thatβs a really nice thing to say.β
He shrugged. βItβs the truth. Any man in his right mind
would feel that way.β
βNot so as Iβve noticed.β The humor was back, this time wry.
βThen you havenβt been looking in the right places.β He
picked up a strawberry. βWant another?β
βI think itβs your turn.β She took the berry from his
fingers, dipped it in mousse, and held it out to him.
He nibbled the treat and with the last morsel sucked the tip
of her index finger into his mouth.
She gave a startled, βOoh.β A flush colored her cheeks and
the exposed V of her chest. Under the thin sweater, her
nipples tightened.
It was those nipples he imagined as he sucked on her finger.
When he freed her, he teased, βDo you blush when youβre
teaching at the uni?β
Her hands went up, covering her cheeks. βNo.β
βWhy not?β
βI guess because I know what Iβm doing. Iβm confident.β
βBut not with me?β He put a slice of cheese on a cracker and
offered it to her.
βNo thanks, Iβll stick to fruit and chocolate.β
He ate the bite himself and fixed another. βYou didnβt
answer my question.β
βItβs not you, Day, itβs men. Iβm not confident with men. As
colleagues and students, yes, but not, uh, socially.β
That was nuts. She had so much going for her. How could she
have let one man destroy her confidence? βJeffrey has a lot
to answer for.β He broke a grape off the small bunch on his
plate, dipped it into her mousse then held it out so she
could take it from his fingers, her soft lips a tantalizing
whisper against his skin.
βIt wasnβt only him. I was always years younger than the
boys in my classes. Like, graduating high school at
fourteen? You can bet no one asked me to the prom.β
βI see what you mean. But once you reach a certain age, when
everyoneβs grown up, the differences donβt matter so much.β
He fed her a slice of overripe papaya and a bead of juice
trickled over her bottom lip and down her chin.
He wanted to lick it, but she caught it with her finger.
βYes, but by then I had my doctorate.β She stuck her finger
between her lips and sucked it, which made his cock jerk
inside the confinement of his jeans.
βIβd missed out on all the girlie stuff,β she said. She
slanted him a glance, wet her lips. βAnd on sex.β
Sex. The word, coming out of her full lips, sent a surge of
lust straight to his already aroused groin, and he could
barely suppress a moan.
βSure,β she went on, βI knew the textbook facts about
male/female relationships, but thatβs not the same thing as
being a normal teenager. Trying to decide if a boy really
likes you, having your first kiss, wondering how far to go.
Knowing when youβre in love versus in lust. Knowing when a
guyβs in love versus just using you.β Sheβd gone from
sounding wistful to bitter. Thinking of her ex again.
βOkay. But hell, Theresa, youβre grown up now. A beautiful,
intelligent, interesting woman. You mustβve gained a bunch
of experience since Jeffrey.β
She shrugged. βI wasnβt interested in trying again.β Quickly
she added, βLook, Iβm not completely pitiful and naΓ―ve.
Jeffrey wasnβt my first and he wasnβt my last.β
βI didnβt mean that.β Only that she was vulnerable. Perhaps
he ought to back off. He didnβt want to hurt her.
Theresa jabbed a finger in the middle of his chest. Hard. βNo!β
He jerked and almost knocked his food tray off balance.
βI see that look in your eyes.β She jabbed him once more. βI
hate that βpoor little smart girlβ look. Donβt you go making
decisions for me. If I let you . . .β she went even pinker,
βuh, feed me dessert, itβs because I want to.β
Feed her dessert? The woman had to be aware that the dessert
was foreplay.
βNot,β she went on, βbecause Iβm some loser whoβs desperate
for the attention of a handsome guy. And I want you doing it
because you want to, not because you feel sorry for me.β
He gave a surprised laugh. His throbbing cock sure wasnβt
sorry for her. She was damned fine to look at, sexy, and he
enjoyed talking to her. He was having the most fun heβd had
with a woman in a very long time, even though they were both
fully clothed. βNo fear of that. But I donβt want you
getting hurt again.β
βGod! You and your massive ego.β Interesting to note that
billabong eyes could spit fire. βDay, I wonβt give anyone
the power to hurt me. If we do β whatever β itβs going to be
fully consensual. If weβre using each other, itβs for our
mutual pleasure, and thatβs all.β
Using each other? Nah, thatβs what he and Carmen wouldβve
been doing. Her wanting to fuck a celebrity, him just
wanting to get his rocks off. He reached over to spoon up
some mousse then held the spoon to Theresaβs lips.
βConsensual is good. But Prof . . .β
Slowly she licked chocolate from the spoon, her gaze holding
his.
βProf, if we . . . share dessert, or anything else, itβs not
about using each other. Mutual pleasure, yes. Using, no. Got
it?β
βY-yes. I do.β Her eyes were luminous.
Gently he used his thumb to clean a smudge of mousse from
her upper lip. Then he licked the chocolate from his thumb.
Her eyes widened. Glittered with sexual heat. βMutual,β he
said. βPleasure.β
She nodded as if hypnotized.
Damn, but he was impatient for the cabin lights to dim and
give them some privacy.
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