Page 58 of The Playboy Meets His Match
“All right.”
“And—” she added, and he groaned “—we’ll listen to the recording first.”
“How about last?”
“Nope. Cowboy, it’s time you didn’t get your way about a few things in life.”
“Let’s hear that damned tape, and then I want you in my arms.”
“One more thing.”
“Merry, stop it.”
“You can’t fuss about my apartment. I haven’t decided whether I will take the job with Keith or not, so I don’t want to furnish this until I make that decision. I’m quite comfortable living here, so don’t tell me I should move back with you. Do you understand?”
“Lady, you’ve got more rules than the Texas Senate. But I know what I can do about yours. Come here.” He hauled her into his arms and kissed her. The moment his tongue stroked hers, all of Merry’s pent-up longing for him exploded. Her hands shook as she ran them over his shoulders and through his hair.
“Your key,” he whispered, and kissed her before she could answer or think. When she held up her key, Jason took it from her without pausing in his kisses.
Merry didn’t care, knowing only that he swung her into his arms, pushed open her door, and kicked the door shut behind him. He set her on her feet and began peeling away her clothing.
She removed his as swiftly, wanting him and knowing she was breaking all her promises to herself, yet how could she resist or stop him now?
“Where’s your bed?”
“There isn’t one. There’s a mattress on my patio.”
“The hell with that,” he said between kisses and took her down on the bare floor with him to roll over and move her on top of him. Merry sat astride, letting him stroke and fondle and kiss her until he shifted her hips and eased her onto his hard shaft.
They rocked together, and she was in ecstasy, deeply in love with this wonderful man. They crashed over a brink. Release, rapture enveloped her and she sprawled over him, both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
Slowly, their breathing returned to normal. He stroked her back lightly, lifting her hair away from her face. She raised up slightly to look at him. “All right, you got your way again. What did I tell you?”
“Maybe I did this time, but it’s only once out of a hundred times lately. He rolled her over beside him and looked beyond her. “Merry, this apartment doesn’t have one—”
She put her fingers on his lips. “What did I tell you?”
“Okay. I’ll try to keep quiet. I love you, lady. Really love you.”
She hugged him, refusing to admit her feelings, knowing there hadn’t been enough time to prove anything to her yet. She wriggled away and caught up her blouse. “I’m going to shower—alone. Then you shower, and then we’ll listen to the recording. And no complaints from you, because for the last little while, you have certainly gotten your way.”
He snagged her ankle. “Tell me you didn’t like my way.”
“I loved it,” she admitted in a sultry voice. “Now let go.”
“Merry, dammit, woman, I want you.”
“I’ll be back.” She hurried to her small bathroom, shut and locked the door.
While Jason showered, Merry switched on kitchen lights, poured glasses of iced tea, took out the recorder and sat cross-legged on the floor. She had changed to cut-offs and a T-shirt, was barefoot and let her hair hang free.
Jason came into the kitchen. He wore only his jeans and her mouth went dry at the sight of him. She knew she was going to have to struggle to resist him during the next hour.
He crossed the room to her and the desire in his eyes made her hot and tingly and breathless. “Tape,” she reminded him, yet her word came out as a breathless whisper.
“Yeah, sure,” he answered in a husky voice and sat down facing her, sliding his hand behind her nape to pull her to him and kiss her. When she pushed lightly against his chest, he finally stopped.
She switched on the tape, and Jason listened without comment until the end, when she told Dorian he was going to get caught.
