Free To Win Her Trust by Mackenzie Crowne Page B

Even if half of them are gay, I shouldn’t have trouble finding someone else.”
    Why her casual dismissal should anger him, when he’d already dismissed the idea himself, he refused to consider. He had no business involving himself with a woman who didn’t understand how the game was played. Nothing but trouble in that, but when she spun toward the door, he snagged her arm before she took two steps and dragged her to a stop.
    “Hold on a second.” He frowned. What the hell was he doing? He should get while the getting was good, but damn it, she didn’t understand the kind of trouble she was courting, laying out her proposition to the wrong kind of man. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to help you.”
    She arched a brow. “That’s how it sounded to me.”
    “Let me get this straight. You expect some kissing?”
    She nodded. “Necessary to test the theory.”
    “And petting?”
    One shoulder rose in a dismissive shrug. “I’m curious. Sue me.”
    “No need for that. Curious is good. What if I insist on a practical demonstration, just to be sure I know what I’m getting into, before I agree?”
    She cocked her head. Challenge sparkled in her eyes as she repeated his tease from earlier. “Can you give me a minute to think about it?”
    Shit. Though his mind screamed mistake, his libido was currently running the show. Permission to kiss the shit out of her with immunity? He couldn’t wait to get started. The laughter in her eyes said she expected a smile, but he couldn’t quite manage one at the moment. “I can make you swallow those words.”
    She hummed deep in her throat and damned if she didn’t tug on a tiger’s tail. “Prove it.”
    He didn’t hesitate, spinning her around by the arm. Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her close enough to delight his body with the press of her soft curves against his hard angles. He dropped his head, swooping down to take a big taste of what he’d wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
    He demanded entrance, pressing his tongue along the seam of her lips until she complied. She opened her mouth. He plunged deep and retreated, only to plunge again. Honey and vanilla, sweet as the day was long, her flavor exploded over him. Her breathing hitched, became uneven, and he didn’t care.
    No consideration was given for her inexperience or innocence. Frustration drove him as fire licked at his body. This woman had somehow claimed a place in his mind no other woman had occupied. Until he discovered the reason her scent and taste and image wouldn’t leave him alone, he had no choice but to go along with her screwy proposition. She’d made a tactical error, however, admitting to a curiosity at the physical consequences of her theory. Those consequences would no doubt burn them both. Little Miss Sunshine didn’t have the first inkling of how powerful carnal desire could be, but she was about to learn, because he’d be damned if he’d suffer alone.
    With one arm, he clamped her closer and gave her a sampling of that petting she’d mentioned. His free hand found the bounty of breasts that had haunted his dreams. Full and firm, the tight bud of a nipple stabbed his palm through the thin layers of her bra and T-shirt. The blood fled his head in a frenzied race to his hardening cock and left him lightheaded.
    She pressed closer, swelling his erection in a painful rush. The innocent roll of her hips both eased and enflamed him at once. The tentative swirl of her tongue over his brought forth an agonized groan. Damn. She might not know what she was doing, but she was a quick study.
    He bent her backward over his forearm. The move arched her body into his from knees to chest. Her answering moan seeped through his crazed mind, and he straightened slowly, bringing her up with him. With a final nibble of that sexy, full lower lip, he broke the kiss and lifted his head.
    She hung in his arms, a honey-dipped doll. Tousled, butterscotch curls framed the pale oval of her