CHAPTER 14  


While Sadie changed, JC wandered about in the other room, too restless to sit, but not really sure of what to do with himself. He retrieved the rose from the floor, smoothing the wilted petals between his fingertips. He grabbed an empty glass from the table by the mini-fridge.  
 
He then realized he couldn’t put any water in the glass because that would require going into the bathroom. 
 
SHE was between him and the bathroom… 
 
Changing… 
 
His fist tightened around the stem unconsciously. 
 
So he’d kissed her. Finally. Not like he hadn’t wanted to do that since they did that first shot together last night. She had inviting and beautiful lips and he’d long to taste them each and every time he looked at her. And each time she laughed, each time she spoke and each time she smiled last night, he’d wanted to taste them a little more until he was literally driving himself insane. He’d managed to cover it well with the flirting… 
 
But his eyes had followed the shape of those lips with more than innocent longing when they stood next to the car.  
 
And then he’d walked away. 
 
They must have slipped something in his pancakes to make him do that. His fingers caressed the rose again. Soft, like her skin…like her hands pressed against his naked chest. Yes, indeed, his pancakes must have been drugged because why else would he have let her go home. He could have had her. He could have tasted more than her lips last night and he wouldn’t have had to ask twice. He could have warmed his bed and then some with the heat she gave off. 
 
But he didn’t. 
 
Instead of her fingertips in his hair, it had been his hand. Instead of her delicate touch, it had been his own. Every stroke he’d made he’d thought of her and the sheen of perspiration on his skin had been intense. He knew he’d moaned her name when he finally came because it was her face he saw…and her body he envisioned…and her mouth he wanted as his hips bucked and his lust emptied itself onto the pillowcase. HER. Sadie. The girl in the half-open bathrobe who’d answered the door today. The girl who was right now covering those luscious breasts he’d only gotten a brief, unsatisfying glimpse of before modesty overtook her. The same girl who WROTE porn for a living and had starred in his own extremely X-rated fantasies last night.  
 
Sadie. SADIE... 
 
The sound of her voice made him jump. 
 
“Josh…um…I’m ready…” 
 
Slowly, JC turned around. She was indeed ready. Her demure, gloved hands were folded near her hips. She had silver-white ice skates dangling from her left shoulder. She was practically smothered by a baby blue down jacket and matching scarf and her dark curls poked haphazardly out from under a soft, pink fleece hat. 
 
His heart ached. 
 
“Ok, cool. Um..Let’s just put your flower in some water, huh?”  
 
He smiled at her, thinking, how lame. How much more lame could he be, standing here pretending he wasn’t thinking about the soft curves hidden away under all those layers and talking about flowers. 
 
She smiled back. 
 
“Sure,” she said, “Let me see that glass…” 
 
And she took it from his hand, grazing his bare skin with the soft wool on her fingertips. He tried not to gasp. 
 
She was only gone for a second, returning with a full glass and placing the rose inside it and then on the little table. But he watched the whole time with utter fascination. 
 
“Ok,” she said when she was through, “Let’s jet.” 
 
She grinned up at him, green eyes alight with warm excitement. He reached out and took her small hand possessively in his own. 
 

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