Free Sex, Lies and Mistletoe by Tawny Weber Page A

store. There was this big confrontation between him and his dad, then I gave him a piece of cake and he kissed me.”
    Just remembering gave her shivers. It’d been so incredible. For a guy who came across as a total hard-ass, his lips had been so, so soft.
    She took a shaky breath and brushed the bread crumbs off her fingers.
    Maybe the why didn’t matter. She’d had an incredible kiss. Wasn’t that what counted?
    “Wow, talk about a lot going on. I’ll want the details of all the rest later. But for now, how was the kiss?” Kathy asked, her eyes huge. “Was it amazing?”
    “It was…special,” she decided with a soft smile.
    “Uh-oh.”
    “What uh-oh?” Pandora saw the concerned look in Kathy’s eyes and shook her head. “No. No uh-oh. I’m not getting romantic ideas. That’d be crazy, considering he only kissed me because of the cake. I’m just saying, it was a hot kiss that didn’t follow the standard moves, you know?”
    “Standard moves?”
    “Yeah. You know how usually the first kiss with a guy is more about the anticipation and, well, introduction to his style?”
    Kathy nodded.
    “There was no anticipation because, I mean, who the hell kisses a complete stranger in a café while sneaking out the back door?” Kathy’s brows creased, but before she could ask, Pandora continued, “And he wasn’t so much introducing his style as he was…”
    “Was…what?”
    “Making me melt?” Pandora admitted with a helpless little laugh. “Honestly, I have no idea why he kissed me. I just know that it was amazing.”
    “Once again, uh-oh,” Kathy worried, apprehension clear in her eyes.
    “What?”
    “Be careful. Those Black men are heartbreakers. They went through girls like crazy. They always left them smiling, sure. But they never stuck around. Still, you don’t need that,” Kathy warned.
    “I know he’s off-limits,” Pandora said with a bad-tempered shrug. “I didn’t say I was crazy enough to think one flirty little kiss—especially one that didn’t include tongue—means I’m in for some hot and wild bad-boy sex.”
    “He’s not off-limits. He’s just trouble. But if all you’re thinking about is getting naked and doing the horizontal tango, then maybe you should. Just as long as you’re clear from the start that it’s just sex. Nothing more.”
    Caleb Black. Naked. Oh, man, she’d bet he was deliciously built. Those wide shoulders would have the kind of muscles she could cling to as he moved in her, his long torso and slender hips arched over her straining body. She knew he had a sweet little hiney, but it’d look even better bare than it had covered in denim. She’d bet it was firm, so hard she’d barely make a dent if her fingers gripped it. Heat washed over Pandora so fast she had to take a sip of her wine before she combusted.
    “That is all you’re thinking about, isn’t it?” Kathy prodded.
    “Well, now I’m thinking about Caleb naked and can’t remember your question,” Pandora said with a pout.
    “You’re only looking for sex, right? Not a relationship? Not a wild time that might turn into something special once he realizes how great you are?”
    “No,” she protested vehemently. This was a stupid conversation. All she’d wanted was to share her little bit of sexy news and suddenly she was defending a fling with a guy who probably kissed every woman he met. That didn’t mean he had any interest in actually getting naked and slippery. “I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’d have to be crazy to fall for a guy like Caleb Black. I’m not his type and that kiss was probably the last contact we’ll ever have.”
    Kathy leaned back in the booth and gave her a long, searching look. After a few seconds, Pandora squirmed. She didn’t like people looking that close, or that deep.
    “Okay, I’ve changed my mind. I think you should go for it.”
    “Go for what? It wasn’t like an invitation to a relationship. It was more like a