Free Mistress Minded by Katherine Garbera

sophistication. To her, sex was more than pheromones, which was why she’d had so few lovers.
    â€œAre you asking me about my love life?” he inquired.
    â€œNo. I know you have a revolving door on your bedroom.”
    He said nothing, but dropped her hand. She stopped and cast her gaze toward him. With one glance she knew he was angry.
    â€œDo you really think so little of me?” he demanded.
    Yes and no. Mostly, she was angry at herself for not really understanding what he wanted. “No, I was being flip. I’m sorry. I don’t understand why you’ve chosen only brief affairs.”
    He tipped his head back and a warm breeze blew around them. The smell of the sea and the night-blooming jasmine surrounded them both, and she wondered how something she’d meant as a nice romantic conversation had gone so wrong.
    â€œBecause they are safer,” he said softly, his deep voice a whisper on the wind.
    â€œSafer than one-night stands?” she asked, really wanting to understand this complex man.
    â€œNo. I can live without sex for a few nights.”
    â€œCouldn’t prove it by me.”
    He drew one finger across her collarbone and she shivered at the touch. “That’s because you’ve been a fire in my soul for a long time.”
    A fire in his soul. The words echoed through her head and her heart. And she threw her arms around him and kissed him. He held her gently and let her control their embrace.
    â€œThank you for making this sound special.”
    â€œIt is, Jayne. Don’t ever doubt that.”
    He held her hand loosely and led her toward the path to the hotel. For a moment it felt as if all of her dreams, past and present, melded together. She forgot that she’d been hurt by her father and Ben, and really believed that this time, with Adam, love might stay. Love might blossom. Love might be right.
    Anticipation burned through her, making her tremble with desire and a crazy belief that something wrong was being righted. Adam drew her to a halt under a tiki lamp and pulled her close to him. She stretched up on tiptoe to meet his mouth as it descended toward her.
    This time it was a sweet embrace with no rushing. It was as if by agreeing that they’d make love in their suite she’d given him permission to linger over her as if she were a gourmet feast.
    And he did linger, rubbing his lips sensually against hers until they were so sensitized she couldn’timagine her mouth without his pressed to it. He tilted his head and forced her mouth open, but only filled it with his warm breath.
    Pulling back, he glanced down at her with a slight smile, then took her mouth again. He thrust his tongue past her teeth and tasted her deeply. She returned the embrace.
    His hands swept up and down her back. Then his left hand slipped around the curve of her waist and caressed her stomach and midriff, working its way slowly up to her breasts. They felt heavy, and she didn’t know if she could stand another caress there right now.
    But as he cupped her and rubbed his finger around the edge of her nipple, never touching the engorged flesh, she realized that she needed his touch. She whimpered in the back of her throat, wishing for more, needing him to take her nipple between his fingers or even in his mouth.
    His lips left hers to slide down her cheek to her neck. He nibbled the column of her throat, then bit gently at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She arched against him and dug her fingernails into his shoulders through the cloth of his dress shirt.
    â€œ Chère, I can’t wait.”
    â€œYou don’t have to.”
    He put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her toward the hotel. His pace was definitely quicker now.
    â€œThere you two are,” Ray said as they reentered the main building. He’d shed his dinner jacket and had the stub of a cigar clamped between his teeth. He took a quick puff on it and then removed the