“Come on. I dare you. We’re not talking about one of those unsanitary soul jobs. Just a friendly little peck on the cheek.”

“I don’t want to kiss you.”

He noticed that she’d waited a few seconds too long to protest, and those golden brown eyes of hers were as soft as her lips. He was no longer in the mood to tease, and his voice sounded husky. “Liar. All this heat can’t be coming just from me.”

He dipped his head, and the next thing he knew, he was nuzzling the side of her neck, finding a soft spot just below her ear. He didn’t draw her into his arms, but the tips of her breasts brushed his chest.

He heard her sigh. “We don’t like each other.”

“We don’t have to like each other, honey. This isn’t a permanent partnership. It’s animal attraction.” He kissed that alluring mole at the corner of her eye. “And it feels good. You feel good.”

She moaned and leaned against him. He gently cupped her arms, and his kisses moved lower until he found her mouth.

Her lips were soft, neither parted nor sealed, just soft and right. She tasted good, smelled good, like baby powder and flowers. He felt like a randy sixteen-year-old, and as he slid his tongue over the plump curve of her bottom lip, he reminded himself that he’d outgrown her type of woman years ago. Unfortunately, his body seemed to have forgotten that fact.

He deepened the kiss, telling himself that he might be starting to like her, but he didn’t respect her, he didn’t trust her, and if he couldn’t touch those breasts of hers soon, he was going to explode. Except after what had happened in the gazebo, he needed to move slow, but, God, she was driving him crazy.

She pressed against him and made a soft moaning sound that was like a shot of whiskey straight to his veins. He forgot about moving slow. He forgot about everything except this hot little, soft little, eat-me-up baby with the come-to-papa body.

Her lips parted and he plunged inside her warm mouth, but he wanted more. He caught her hard in his arms, felt those cream whip breasts spread against his chest while rockets shot off in his head. And then he had one hand on the sweetest curve of beautiful ass he’d ever touched in his life, and he deepened the thrust of his tongue, but even that wasn’t good enough because he wanted to curl it around her nipples and slide it between her legs and lick the sugar right off her. He was hard and crazy and his hands were all over her, his lunacy fed by the throaty moans she was making and the frenzy of her movements against him.