Surprise at her response registered on his face. Obviously he thought shed continue to push him for answers about what made him the office terminator. Her cousin Julia would have taken a more overt approach. Mallory preferred subtlety. She was coming on strong enough as it was.
And this way, he wouldnt know he was easy to read. His poorly timed movie joke had given her a more personal glimpse into his feelings about being the marriage terminator than if hed answered with dry facts. There was time enough for those.
She ran her tongue over the rim of the glass, savoring every droplet of wine. She was gratified when his gaze followed the movement and his eyes dilated with desire.
His stare locked with hers and though hed obviously been caught again, he didnt back off or look away. He was as direct as shed been in bringing him here and she appreciated his forthrightness.
So whats your take? How do you like your women, Jack? Soft and feminine or harder with an edge of steel?
A smile lifted the corners of his mouth into a sexy grin. I like them to possess a bit of both. Strong and capable on the outside, yet soft and pliant, warm and giving within. He reached forward and grasped her glass, easing it out of her fingers and placing it on the table beside the couch.
Sort of like you, he murmured. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
His touch was warm and sexy, like the timbre of his voice and she reacted. Her nipples tightened beneath the silk and the bare wisp of a bra she wore. Another gentle caress like that last one and shed lose what little semblance of control she possessed.
He placed his glass beside her own. Unless of course, this is an act.
Aah. He wanted to test her limits and see if she turned back into uptight, frigid Mallory. He wanted to see who would run first. Poor Jack. He had no idea she was prepared to see this through and deal with the consequences later.
Maybe it is an act. Maybe it isnt. The point is you still arent sure, are you?
Not yet. He leaned forward until his lips were mere inches from hers. But the nights still young and I plan to find out.
His mouth hovered close to hers. Hot with a hint of Absolut vodka, his breath teased her with seductive promises she wasnt ready to make or keep. Yet.
Not so fast. She playfully pushed back on his shoulders before he could possess her mouth in the kiss she so desperately wanted despite the need to back off. If there was any kissing to be done tonight, shed be the one to initiate. Otherwise she had no prayer of proving her point. And thats what tonight was all about, she reminded herself. Proving a point not gaining pleasure, though she sensed shed experience that, too.
But she couldnt risk serious involvement with Jack Latham and anything beyond this playful evening would constitute involvement. Something neither her emotions nor her career could afford.
Shed spent too many years building toward a partnership. Too many lonely, unfulfilled years maybe, but if she was going to receive the ultimate payoff in the end, she couldnt succumb to emotional need or desire with the one man shed always wanted. Not now. She hoped Jack took her teasing in the right light or shed ruin everything anyway.
Forcing herself to remember her priorities, which wasnt easy when kissing Jack was within easy reach, she rose from her seat. You said you were hungry. She walked over to the table where room service had left a full meal including hors doeuvres.
Starved. His deep chuckle reverberated behind her.
He wouldnt be amused by the time she was through.
I thought you were staying in the main hotel.
She appreciated the switch to mundane conversation. Keeping tabs on me?
If I wasnt before, I will be now. She pivoted toward him in time to see Jack shake his head. I didnt mean that the way it sounded.
Sure you did. Thats why were here. She toyed with a tray of grapes and assorted cheeses displayed in an elegant spread. One shed added her own finishing touches to before Jack had arrived. The only question that remained was whether she had the nerve to carry out her plan.
Frigid facade, frigid facade. His words echoed in her mind and rankled every one of her feminine instincts. He didnt know anything about her and she wanted him to learn.
She didnt ever want him to forget.
Actually, my secretary made the reservations so I know were on the same floor. Across the hall, in fact, Jack said.
These villas are available to rent for special occasions. She set the tray in front of them on a small table and plucked a grape from its mooring.
And this is a special occasion? A wry smile formed on his lips.
If thats your take on the evening, Im pleased. She popped the fruit between her lips. The succulent juice burst, coating her mouth.
I notice you dont always answer a question directly.
She edged closer to him. Im a lawyer. Im trained in the technique of evasion.
It doesnt look like youre evading now, he murmured.
She leaned forward, her weight braced on the palms of her hands. Do you like grapes?
He briefly glanced at the tray before meeting her gaze. I could be persuaded to have a taste.
I hoped you would say that. Now or never, Mallory thought and closed the distance between them, placing her lips over his.
Jacks eyes registered first surprise, then darkened with desire. Closing her eyes so she wouldnt drown in his gaze, she rubbed her lips delicately over his, using the juice from the grapes to tease and arouse. His lips were damp, tasting of vodka and man as a low groan escaped from the back of his throat. A curling warmth exploded in her belly with the knowledge that her passion was reciprocated. But it wasnt enough.
You wanted to taste grapes. Her words were muffled against his lips. Open up and taste the fruit, Jack.