Page 24 of An Inconvenient Plan
“I’m not cranky. What, you think the kind of food you eat affects your personality?”
She set her glass down on the counter with a thunk. “Yes.”
He crossed his arms. “You’re not very sweet.”
She slammed her hands on her hips. “I am so.”
He slowly shook his head, smiling.
She dropped her hands and smiled a little back. “Well, I don’t eat many sweets either. Usually I give them away.”
“Hypocrite.”
She gestured for him to move back since he was blocking her exit from the kitchen. He shifted, and she rushed past him like he was about to pounce on her. Did she sense the raging lust coursing through his veins? Maybe. But she had no idea how strong-willed he was. He could control himself—keep his distance for everyone’s sake.But what about you?a voice whispered in his head.What about what you want?
“I guess we should go,” she chirped, standing much too far away from him.
They stared at each other. Seconds ticked by in charged silence. Every nerve ending crackled to life; his pulse thrummed, all of him tuned into her, hungry for her.
She let out a shaky breath, smoothed her hair and looked away.
“Lead the way,” he said.
She went to the door and held it open for him. He strode over and then stopped in front of her, gazing into her eyes with all the lust he’d bottled up for way too long. In that moment all he cared about was her, connecting with her in every way possible.
The door slammed shut—her doing. And that was a go. His gaze never left her eyes as he rested one palm above her head and leaned close, almost but not quite touching, their bodies so close he felt her heat.
Her voice was breathy. “Josh?”
“Yeah.”
“If we cross this line, it could backfire really badly. We fight so much. And our parents are getting married in three and a half weeks.”
He pushed his guilt away, too far gone to dwell on it. “Maybe if we stop battling our lust, we’ll stop fighting, and it will all work out.”
She swallowed. His gaze caught on the pulse point beating rapidly in her throat.
He ran his fingers down her throat. “You star in my erotic dreams.”
She licked her lips and stared at his mouth. “Are you goingFierce Longingon me?” There was a note of hopefulness in her voice. That was part of the erotic romance series her book club was into. He’d seen the movies since his sister-in-law had produced and starred in them. They werehot. And the guy, man, he didnothold back in staking his claim on his woman.
He spoke close enough he could feel her breath against his lips. “Do you want me to goFierce Longingon you?”
Her breath hitched. “Of course not. I’m—”
He shut her up, his mouth claiming hers, his fingers spearing into her hair, holding her in place, taking what he’d wanted for so long. Everything in him ratcheted up, hot and urgent. He deepened the kiss, and she opened immediately, soft and yielding.Fuck yes.The kiss turned wild, urgent, and he fought for control. She made a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders. He bunched the fabric of her dress with both hands, ready to rip it off her.Slow down.
He broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath. “You enjoying my fierce kiss?”
“Stop gloating.” She closed her eyes and waited for more.
He gave it to her. Her hands were on his ass now, pulling him closer, her hips lifting to meet him. His cock surged, his need out of control, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, reaching a damp scrap of panties. Jesus. He tore his mouth away, breathing hard.
“What?” she asked.
He dropped his hands from her and shifted away. “I don’t want to rush with you.”
“But I’m into it.”
