Totally Tempting. Mary Lynn Baxter

      Once inside, Dean switched off the lamp, leaving the room bathed in moonlight.

      “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Dean.”

      “No problem. I seem to get some masochistic pleasure whenever I’m around you.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Don’t pretend you don’t know, Jodie. I want to make love to you so badly I constantly ache with it. And that’s when you’re not around.”

      She hoped the darkness hid her flushed face and the trembling of her body. “I didn’t know,” she said faintly.

      “Do you want a demonstration?” he asked. He walked over to her and drew her into his arms. His kiss was gentle at first. If he’d grabbed her, she could have easily pushed away from him. It was his gentleness that undid her.

      The kiss quickly heated up and Jodie felt him pressed against her, his arousal very evident.

      Alarms went off in her head…or were they bells? She couldn’t tell and at the moment did not care. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the pent-up love and passion she had for him.

      Dean was the one who broke away. “I’m sorry. That was inexcusable.” He turned and strode toward his bedroom. “Good night.”

      Good night?

      He had kissed the living daylights out of her and all he could say was good night?

      Every nerve in her body tingled with anticipation. She took deep, steadying breaths, shaking so hard she could barely stand there. How dare he start something he didn’t intend to finish.

      She should be grateful.

      She should be thankful for his restraint.

      She turned away and started to her bedroom and then wheeled around and marched across the room to his closed door. Without knocking, she shoved the door open. She didn’t see him but she knew he was there.

      “That was a rotten trick, Dean Logan! How dare you start something and then walk away as though nothing had happened!”

      She slammed the door and marched back to her room, slamming that door for good measure.

      The nerve of the man. Just because she refused to date him. Just because she knew that making love to him would be the worst possible thing she could do to herself didn’t mean that she could just walk away after the passionate kiss they’d just shared.

      So maybe she did want a fling after all! That was all that Dean would ever have with her.

      She went into the bathroom and took off her clothes. She’d take a shower until she was calmer.

      She turned on the shower and, without waiting for it to warm up, stepped inside, needing the shock of cold water on her heated body. She stood with the spray hitting her face, forcing herself to let go of her frustration and get a hold on her emotions.

      Which was why she didn’t hear Dean enter the room until the shower door opened behind her and Dean stepped inside wearing nothing but a smile.