Free One Sweet Taste by N.J. Young Page A

married.
    “I
said I’m fine.” With one hard shove, she backed away, startling the man in
front of her as the coffee in her cup sloshed all over his navy coat.
    “Crap.”
She sighed. This was not starting out to be a good morning.
    “You’re
lucky it’s thirty degrees outside. If that coffee had been steaming hot, I
might’ve sued you.”
    “Sue
me? It was an accident. Are you ...” He was teasing her. Calm the fuck down, Linzee. He’s just teasing. She took a deep
breath. “Look, I’m sorry. I’d be happy to pay to have your coat cleaned.” Her
humiliation growing by the second, Linzee was afraid to look up into the man’s
eyes. Instead she was mentally crossing her fingers for the sidewalk to just
open up and swallow her whole.
    A
strong hand reached out and cupped her face, tilting her head up. How could his
hands be so warm when it was so cold outside? The man looked into her eyes, his
amusement gone. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll forget about the cleaning bill if you
tell me your name and agree to have dinner with me tonight.”
    Her
brows rose in surprise. Dinner? This man was obviously out of her league. His full
lips curled into a flirty little smile, and his eyes—those blue eyes that could
draw you in and never let you go—held an emotion she couldn’t quite recognize.
Desire?
    Oh
God. Realization hit Linzee. Of course. This was a man who snapped his fingers
and had women falling at his feet. If he wanted a woman in his bed, it probably
didn’t take him two seconds. Turn on the charm, and women would be lining up to
take their pants off for him. Well, not her. If he thought she was some sort of
charity case—a chubby older woman who would just give him a quick lay—he was wrong.
    Never
mind that her mouth watered at the thought of feeling those strong lips on
hers. Never mind that the thought of wrapping her legs around him made her
insides go all melty.
    She
backed away, out of his reach, and hoped her voice sounded firmer than she
felt. “Are you serious right now? I do not pick up strange men!”
    That
damn smile was back. “Well, maybe you should try it, Miss...?”
    “Miss
None of Your Damn Business. I have to go. I’m late for work.” With that, she
turned around and stalked off down the street. Don’t look back, Linzee. Don’t look back.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Foster
Price grinned wider as he watched the redhead stalk down the street, admiring
the way her round ass swayed in her jeans. He’d love to get his hands on that
ass. Well, more than his hands. He’d cup those beautiful round cheeks and pull
her close as he sank into that sweet pussy. He’d been close enough to her to
know she smelled like strawberries. Did she taste like strawberries, too? Damn,
he’d bet that pussy was sweet. And so fucking hot.
    He
wanted to hear the sounds she made when he had his mouth on her. She sure was a
little firecracker. She’d do more than whimper. Foster would bet anything he
could make her scream.
    And
she was so cute. More than cute. She was fucking beautiful. She had to be new
in town. He certainly would have remembered seeing her walk down Main Street
with all those curves that made a man forget his own name. Her creamy skin,
rosy lips, and fiery green eyes stirred his insides in a way he didn’t quite
recognize. When he’d seen the curvy woman standing in front of his studio, he’d
stopped to admire her for several moments before he’d finally said something.
She was enough to brighten his moody morning.
    He’d
watched her as she studied the photograph in the window. Her eyes had been wide
with wonder, and he’d immediately found himself wishing he had his camera to
capture the look on her face.
    Foster
sighed as the gorgeous woman disappeared around the corner before he fished the
keys out of his pocket to unlock the studio door. Yeah, finding out who the
firecracker was? Definitely going at the top of his to-do list.
    He
shrugged out of his coat as his eyes strayed to the