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Автор: Sheryl Lister
Издательство: HarperCollins
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Жанр произведения: Современные любовные романы
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isbn: 9781474064323
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and then looped her arms around his neck. She was pressing her body into his and she was kissing him back.

      Cole slid a hand down her back and pressed her against his body. Yes. Hell yes.

      Even if this was a dream, it was one he could get behind. He’d sleep half the damn day if it meant more kisses like this.

      Her tongue danced with his, tangling and twisting. Forcing his to chase hers. In a flash, he picked her up again and she wound her legs around his hips.

      He couldn’t breathe; the desire contracted his lungs and airflow. With much effort, his brain made a few feeble attempts to come back online.

      Jamie worked her fingers over his scalp and he groaned in ecstasy. It might not have been smart, but he didn’t care. He needed to stop thinking and right now she was the panacea he needed.

      She tasted familiar yet illicit at the same time. In a matter of seconds they were seventeen again in Frank’s house, playing seven minutes in heaven.

      The second she’d touched her lips to his, he felt like someone had poured gasoline on him and lit a match. And none of that feeling had gone away. In fact, it was worse. Much, much worse.

      A flood of endorphins rushed through his blood as he remembered everything about that night seven years ago in startling clarity. From the taste of her lip balm, to the feel of her soft skin. And somehow it was more potent now, more visceral. He couldn’t get enough and he wondered if it might be possible to explode from a kiss.

      Cole slid his hands under her sweater and around her back, relishing her velvety skin. She felt like satin under his fingertips. Her soft sigh like a balm to his soul.

      Bringing his hands back to her torso, he skimmed her ribs. Tracing each with his thumbs. When his thumbs rubbed the soft undersides of her breasts, Jamie gasped and arched into the caress.

      She threw her head back, breaking their kiss, and he smiled to himself as he watched her. She wanted more. She was wound just as tightly as he was. Just like him, she remembered.

      He needed more. Needed to touch her, hold her.

      With a frustrated growl, he snatched up the hem of her sweater. “Let’s toss this, shall we?”

      She nodded absently and reached for him. He was more than happy to oblige, surpassing all thought that told him this was a bad idea.

      He dragged that hideous sweater over her head and tossed it aside. “There, that’s better.”

      She blinked into focus and grinned. “Yeah, it got really hot in here. Wonder why.”

      She was so damn cute. “What do you say we get rid of this too. Make you more comfortable?” He tugged on her Cyberpunked T-shirt. Wait, what the hell? He frowned and focused on three lines of code with colorful, punk rock, rainbow font. Cyberpunked. “Where did you get this T-shirt?”

      She looked down. “Oh, I had them screened and printed for all the employees. You know as a team-bonding thing. What, you want one?”

      Cole’s gut fisted. Oh hell. He gently lifted her away from him. Jamison Reed was J.L. Reed. The one woman he couldn’t make comply. “You want to explain why the hell you won’t sell to me?”

      She frowned, then blinked.

      It took her a second to process. But he could tell when it finally dawned on her what he was asking. She stumbled back as if she was on fire. “You’re Teched?”

      Cole crossed his arms. “Yeah. Want to answer my question?”

      This was the man trying to take everything from her. She knew the vultures were circling and his company was the biggest, baddest bird among them. They didn’t think Cyberpunked could withstand the tide. Well, she’d just have to prove him wrong.

      She glared up at him, then drew herself up to full height. “The only way you’re coming near me, or my company, is over my dead body.”

      He glowered at her. “That can be arranged.” He’d spent the past half day with her. How was he just finding this out?

      “I’d like to see you try.”

       Chapter 6

      It wasn’t exactly like Jamie was avoiding Cole. It only looked like avoidance. So what if she’d locked herself into the guest room and worked all day? That was what she had planned for this little staycation anyway.

      It had absolutely nothing to do with the gyrating make-out session yesterday. Nothing. Okay, maybe a little something. But she didn’t have a clue what to say. Or do. After that little mutual revelation, she hadn’t even said a word, just walked upstairs and locked herself in, only surfacing for breakfast and to reset the router. And breakfast had been a hurried standing-up affair while she shoved a muffin into her mouth and hoped he didn’t see her hiding in the kitchen.

      She didn’t need to explore the grounds. Or enjoy the fireplace. Or the Christmas tree she’d decorated. She was perfectly fine in her room working.

      She wasn’t hiding at all. Pants on fire.

      She wasn’t at all concerned that she was living with the enemy. Rooming with the one man who wanted to rip apart her life. No, wait, considering Brandon, make that the second man. Jamie kept trying to tell herself it made no difference now that she knew who was behind Teched. The same rules applied. Work her butt off, get the game done and live to fight another day.

      Her phone rang and she rummaged through her laptop bag to dig it out. She answered with a grin when she saw who was calling. “Hey, Mia. How is the newlywed? Shouldn’t you be holed up in some fabulous location with your very sexy husband?”

      Mia Donovan had grown up in Hope, just one town over from where Jamison and Cole had grown up. She and Mia had often competed in the debate tournament together. She was one of the few friends Jamie had kept from high school.

      Her friend laughed. “Oh, don’t you worry, Ryan and I are getting plenty of alone time. It’s been a little hectic trying to start the production of my new show as he drags me halfway around the world on my honeymoon for three months.” Her friend was the producer of a weekly docuseries for the TVN network.

      “Oh, the woes of a woman in love,” laughed Jamie.

      “I know you said you were going to be in town, and Ryan surprised me with a trip home to New York for the holiday. I’d love to see you if you’re around.”

      A chance to see Mia, and get the hell away from Cole, she was so down for that. “I would love to see you. Do you mind meeting me halfway in say, Reynolds? They have that pub on the edge of town. It’s a bit hipsterized but might still be fun.”

      A night out was just what she needed. She’d been working all day and was making good progress. A few hours to give her brain a rest weren’t going to kill the time line.

      “You’re on. Seven thirty?”

      “Sounds perfect.” She hung up the phone with Mia and finished the component she was testing. Tonight would be good. When she got out of the house and away, she would be able to find her calm, rational center.

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