Free Liar Liar by Julianne Floyd

ducked his head and nuzzled her neck. “You smell wonderful. Almost good enough to eat.”
    “Do I? I was just thinking the same thing about you.” She leaned closer until they were only inches apart. “And you have really sexy eyes too. Like coffee. Or chocolate,” she added. “I love chocolate. Hey!” She drew back so she could look into his eyes. It was a little hard to focus. “What kind of man orders a chocolate soufflé for dessert?”
    Matt laughed. “A man who knows how to please a woman.” He stroked her cheek with his index finger.
    “So, you don’t like chocolate, but you’ll eat it if it gets you in my pants?” Her head felt thick.
    “Oh, no. I’m a bona fide chocoholic. There’s just so much you can do with a beautiful woman and chocolate.” His lips were tantalizingly close. “But if we’re being honest here, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to get in your pants.” He was so near she could smell the faint scent of beer, warm and earthy, on his breath. Jess held her breath, but her bullshit meter was mute.
    An honest man, fancy that.
    She’d always loved the smell of fresh beer on a man’s breath, harkening back to her early college days at crowded frat parties. Wrapped in the warmth of Matt’s arms with the faint odor of cigarette smoke lingering in the lounge, the scent of beer, and his aftershave mingling in her nostrils, she almost felt like a coed again. But this time, there was no alarm pinging in her head. This time, there was only the delicious attraction pulling her towards him like a moth to a flame. The sexy sensation was enough to drown any last misgivings she had about him, at least for tonight. Tonight, she would be bold and daring!
    “Matt,” she whispered.
    “Mmmhmm?” he rumbled. His eyes fixed on her mouth in a look that transformed her insides to Jell-O.
    “I should really get back to my room.” Her pulse beat erratically as a rush of desire commingled with the alcohol in her system.
    He licked his lips as if he could taste her. “You should?” His voice was tinged with disappointment and his pupils were dilated. His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer to his face. She could feel his breath on her mouth. It wouldn’t take much for their lips to touch.
    “We should both go,” Jess repeated. She couldn’t wait to kiss him again. “Before things get cold.”
    Matt drew back, his brow furrowed in confusion.
    “I’m all warmed up.” Jess lowered her lids, giving him her best come-hither look. “And it would be a shame to waste all that chocolate.”
    ***
    He didn’t give a damn, he told himself.
    Not about her and not about the damn chocolate soufflé.
    She was just another woman. He could handle this.
    So why did he feel he knew her already? Could have been the hours he spent checking her profile for inconsistencies that would signal her ruse. Or maybe it was just her. Something in her fearful feistiness spoke to him.
    Her backside brushed against his fly as Jess bent over to insert her keycard into the tiny slot near the handle. His cock surged and Matteo cursed himself for a liar.
    He did care.
    “Hurry up,” she whispered. “We only have about an hour before room service arrives.”
    Matteo slid his hand along the back of her neck and gave her a gentle squeeze as they slipped into her room. “Jess, why are we whispering?”
    She giggled, something that normally repulsed him in a grown woman. The sound of her snickering was like sparkling wine, light and fizzy and too easily intoxicating.
    Damn, she was cute when she was tipsy.
    They moved into her darkened room, her hand drawing him to her as if guiding a drowning man to shore. Any guy in his right mind would be thanking his lucky stars, but all he could do is wonder about her abrupt change in attitude. It could be the alcohol rapidly entering her system. He sure hoped not.
    He’d have sworn that not a half hour ago, she’d been ready to call the whole evening off. Her stance, her