“Hey, sexy lady—you sleep well?” His deep and low voice immediately made her hot for him.
“I just woke up. You been out long?”
“I headed out around five.”
“Five! That’s so early.”
“You know we don’t need to sleep much, Jazz. I got about two or three hours. That’s fine. I was feeling restless so I headed out.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake me.” She gave him a very suggestive look.
“Don’t worry—I thought about it long and hard.” Two could play at innuendos, it seemed.
“Why didn’t you do something about it then?”
“Because I figured you needed the sleep. As it is, you’ve only have a couple more hours than me. You need more.” Jazz tried to keep her heart under control at his concern. “I wouldn’t want you to be tired and bitchy.”
Her temper sprang to life.
Ah—she should have known. He just couldn’t help it. Just when she thought he was being sweet, he went and ruined it.
“I don’t get bitchy.”
Quade paused from unloading the bakery bags on the table.
“You sure about that?”
“Well, I guess this is another one of those areas that we’ll have to agree to disagree.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I thought it was straightforward? We’re talking about you being bitchy when you don’t get enough sleep.”
He was so frustrating.
“And how would you know anyway? This is the only time we’ve spent the night together.”
“I’ve spent the last twelve months observing you from a distance. I know more about you than you think.”
“Well, that may be the case but I’m not bitchy.”
“Alright then, you’re not bitchy. Just incredibly hot when you’re out of sorts.”
“You think I’m hot when I’m grouchy?”
“I do, and you just admitted you get grouchy!”
Ahh! He was a pain in her backside. A very sexy one but a pain in the arse nonetheless.
“You are a very strange and annoying man.” She huffed, trying not to get pulled too quickly into an argument.
“No doubt about that, but that’s why you find me irresistible.” A cheeky grin turned up the corner of his mouth.
Was she really having this conversation? Jazz placed the two cups of coffee she’d made on the table.
“Who says I find you irresistible?” She stood back, hands on her hips; her eyes flashed, looking for a fight.
Almost quicker than her eyes could see, his hand snapped out and caught her around the wrist and pulled her in tight to his body. Before she could utter a word, he’d taken a seat at the table with her safely perched on his lap.
His lips crashed down on hers as her protest started to escape. His tongue thrust inside and suddenly she was lost to all rational thought—her body just responded to his demands. Their kiss started at scorching hot and kept climbing till it topped out at what felt like nuclear fusion.
One of his hands tangled in her hair and held her head in place for him to plunder and the other caressed her back, ribs, and finally settled on her breast.
He pulled away slightly. “Mmm, you smell of sex, me, and that spicy body wash you use. Delicious—I love it.” His voice was little more than a low rumbly growl and goose bumps shot up her arms.