Free Operation: Tempt Me by Christina James Page B

remembered.
    “Good thing
none of these require batteries…well except your vibrator, but I think we can
postpone using that for now,” Miller teased.
    She pressed
her palm to her forehead. “I never thought of batteries. I was just in such a
hurry to order them…never mind.”
    He strutted
to her side. “Why were you in a rush?”
    Open mouth,
insert foot. She sighed. “I…I wanted. Christ, if you must know, I just wanted to have some
stuff on hand to use with you.” She stared at her hands and wrung them, not
knowing where to look or what to think. “I’ve never used sex toys before except
my vibrator and, well, I’m a bit curious is all.” She forced her head up until
she caught his gaze. There was no judgment in his eyes, just desire. “I wanted
to try them with you because you seem very open and adventurous.”
    “Hold that
thought, baby.” He left the room and returned with his duffle bag. With a quick
motion, he unzipped it, dug inside, and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. “I
stopped at a sex toy shop on the way here. Was hoping I read you right and you
were the adventurous type, too. See what I mean, we think alike.”
    He dropped
the goodies back into his bag. When his hand rubbed her upper arm, she felt
comfortable, a little giddy. What was it about this larger-than-life man that
kept her at ease when she should be worried in the face of his obvious sexual
experience? Would he be disappointed by her lack of skills? Remembering his promise
to make love all day or night made her wonder if she could actually keep up
with him. It thrilled her to hear a sexy man tell her that he wanted her in his
bed for hours. But how did someone like herself, so inexperienced and lacking a
sex life, really match his powers in bed?
    He stopped
touching her. “Tell me I’m not scaring you off, Cambrie.” His voice rang of
concern and care, interrupting her thoughts.
    She blinked a
few times, staring at his face, mesmerized by the hardened features with small
scars. “What? Why would you think that, Miller?”
    He offered a
simple shrug, but never removed his gaze from hers. “I don’t know. You looked
worried, distracted. I would never make you do anything that you didn’t want
to, okay? You have to understand that hurting you is the last thing I’d ever
do. That, darling, is a promise from my heart and soul. Plus, Finn would beat
me senseless if I harmed a hair on your head—which I wouldn’t.”
    A sigh
escaped her lips. “I believe that, Miller. Really. I do. I just wonder if I can
live up to your expectations is all. I’m not, well, really experienced. Haven’t
had a whole lotta sex.” She forced a smile to hide her embarrassment. Better to
warn him now than to let him down without a heads up.
    This was it.
This was the moment. She held her breath. He’d run now. Probably would realize
he had chosen the wrong woman to get involved with. And once he ran, there went
her job, the library’s chances of the grant to remain open, and Aunt
Annabelle’s future. Not to mention Cambrie’s one chance to fulfill all those
fantasies, those deep, dark desires that she had conjured up since first
emailing Miller.
    Standing with
his hands on his hips, his height was magnificent. “You expecting me to turn
tail and run as fast as I can, or something?” Miller said softly but with an
edge to his tone, like he was aggravated.
    “How did you
know what I was thinking?” She couldn’t keep the shock from her question.
    “Baby, I make
a living reading people. In my line of work, it keeps me alive.” His hands
grasped her arms and he leaned down to her ear. “I don’t plan on leaving unless
you tell me to go or my orders come in. The only place I ran was here…to meet
you.”
    With a whoosh
of air from her lungs, she relaxed as he leaned back and studied her. The
friskiness welling up inside her became overwhelming. “Can you tell what I’m
thinking right now, Miller?”
    His eyes
darkened. “It better be