Welcome to the Mid Week Tease, hosted by the phenomenal Sandra Bunino! You’ve not only made it through half of the work week, but we are officially entering the fourth quarter. Fall is here and the year is winding down. Where on earth did 2014 go? For me, this is a time to pull out my list of goals for 2014 to see how I’m doing. I’ll be peeking through my fingers with one eye closed. How about you?
Speaking of goals, Miles has a pretty firm one in mind. Last time, Jamie agreed to accept his challenge, and see where this goes. However, she’s been pretty clear about being a no-relationships kind of girl. Miles is determined to make this about much more. Even if it means denying himself the one thing he craves most.
<===LOVE ME NOT EXCERPT===>
Miles leaned down and planted delicate kisses on her face that made her belly flutter. She hadn’t expected that. She’d expected him to go full-in greedy and attack the mouth that ached to taste his again. The kisses Miles trailed down the side of her face at once stoked the warmth in her belly and the damp heat at her core. Desiring him made perfect sense. He was gorgeous, sweet, funny. The trembling that slowly spread through her body and the inability to catch her breath in response to innocent kisses was completely foreign. She wasn’t in control of herself anymore. He was. But she knew how to regain control.
She pressed the heel of her shaky hand into his chest and inhaled a deep breath, like she’d emerged from beneath water. Raising her eyes to his, she saw the desire in them. He wanted to put his hands on her bare skin, to plunge his length inside her, just as much as she wanted it. “I’d love to continue this,” she whispered in his ear. “But it’s freezing out here.”
Honestly, her body was filled with such intense heat she could probably power a small vehicle. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly that she’d let him fuck her right here in the backseat if he wanted to. But with his hotel room mere steps away, that seemed crass, even for her.
He swallowed, nodding glumly. “You’re right. Why don’t we…save this for another night. It’s late. You’re tired.”
She wondered if her face mirrored the rejection she felt there in the dark, the light of the streetlamp barely missing them. “I am,” she said, trying to keep her voice from wavering. “It’s been a long week.”
He nodded again, but she could see the disappointment there. He’d been looking for confirmation that she wanted to go back to his place, probably afraid he’d come off sleazy if he’d suggested it. Now it was too late to change her story without seeming as desperate for him as she felt.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, after you’ve had a chance to get some sleep. I’d like to take you to lunch.” He rested his fingertips lightly on her shoulder, then leaned in and placed his mouth on hers, his length pressing against her belly and increasing the warmth between her thighs. Finally he tore his mouth from her throbbing, barely satiated lips and placed one last kiss on her forehead. “Good night, beautiful.”
Miles tugged firmly on the door handle and ushered her inside the truck. He stood there patiently as she pulled out of the parking lot.
Jamie was stunned. Wasn’t this the point of the whole chase—to get her in bed? Here she was willing—God, was she willing—and he’d suggested they call it a night, given her a kiss on the forehead and sent her away? But then why hadn’t she told him the truth? That she wanted him to take her back to his hotel room?
He’d obviously wanted her as much as she wanted him. She sighed, remembering the feel of him, pressed hard against her belly. So why was he still standing there under the streetlight while she was driving away, limbs shaking, heart pounding, her desire for him blazing like a four-alarm fire?
Miles stood there, frozen in his spot, for a full minute after she’d gone, dick hard, pulse racing. He’d wanted to take her back to his bed and be properly introduced to every one of the tattoos he’d glimpsed as she moved about the bar. Each one taunted him—drove him practically insane—as he imagined his fingers tracing the edges he couldn’t see. He needed a drink. Something stiff as he was now, his khakis uncomfortably tented. Pulling his coat around him, he trudged across the street.
Back in his room he pulled out a bottle of brandy and poured himself a liberal glass. The liquid sloshed a little as he raised the glass to his mouth and gulped. Jamie Charles was trouble with a capital T and a minimum of three exclamation points. Every fiber of his being knew it. So why was she all he could think of? He glanced across his darkened hotel suite at the empty king-size bed. If he wanted her so desperately, why wasn’t she here in his bed so he could explore every inch of her delicate skin?
In the beginning there was nothing he desired more than the satisfaction of touching her, of tasting her. He’d dreamed of how it would feel to sink his fingers into the round curves of that incredible ass, body trembling, as he came deep inside her. But that was before he’d gotten to know her. She was beautiful, complex, smart and sweet—though she tried her hardest not to show it. Jamie was a fascinating, intricate puzzle he desperately needed to solve. And yet there was something about her that was comforting and familiar. Miles didn’t want her body for a night, or even a week. He yearned for a deeper connection with her. Wanted her to belong to him—mind, body and soul, the way he belonged to her. A proposition she’d made it quite clear held no interest for her. So despite the fact that he wanted her in his bed tonight, he knew he had to make her want more than that, or he’d lose her. And that wasn’t a chance he was willing to take.
<===END OF EXCERPT===>
I love a man with a plan and the discipline to see it through. However, Jamie can be pretty insistent, too, when it comes to getting what she wants. Stay tuned to find out who wins. In the meantime, let’s grab our party hats and those little bottles of liquor we’ve been holding onto for just the right occasion. Now let’s go teasing!
