Free Mixing Temptation by Sara Jane Stone Page B

movie.”
    â€œSorry,” she said softly. And yeah, he could hear the teasing edge slipping away. “I got caught up in the . . .”
    â€œHeat?” He pushed off the bed and reached for the edge of his T-­shirt. He’d pulled the fabric up a few inches before he remembered to move his hips. He rocked them from side to side. He was pretty damn sure he looked like a fool. But then her jaw fell open and her tongue ran over her bottom lip.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she demanded. She sounded as if one more hip thrust would send her voice spiraling into sultry territory.
    â€œI’m giving it a shot.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Stepping out of my comfort zone.”
    She nodded and her gaze had narrowed in on his stomach. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately,” she murmured.
    â€œOh yeah?” His hands moved to his silver belt buckle. But instead of freeing his belt, he focused on the hip thrusts, up and back as if he were pushing into her . . .
    She’d have to be blind to miss the outline of his dick begging for freedom from his jeans. And judging by the way she leaned forward, shifting her weight to her hands on the bed . . .
    Not blind.
    She rose up on her knees. “Come here,” she said.
    He abandoned the erratic movements and stepped up to the edge of the bed.
    â€œHave you ever danced like that for anyone else?” she asked as she placed her palms on his chest.
    â€œNo,” he growled.
    â€œGood.” She leaned closed and pressed her lips to his.
    I’m yours, he thought as he released his belt buckle and reached for her. Your stripper, your date. . .
    His fingers worked their way through her long, loose, wavy hair. He held tight to her as his tongue tangled with hers. He tried like hell to focus on kissing her. But her hands wandered, distracting him as her fingers reached for his belt and dipped beneath his jeans—­
    Beep! Beep!
    The car horn cut through the quiet night. Below them, one of the horses kicked the barn’s wall in response. And yeah, he felt like kicking something too.
    â€œI have to go. That’s probably Lily,” Caroline murmured, pulling away from the kiss. But her fingers continued to toy with his belt buckle. “But I can’t wait to see you dance your way out of your pants.”
    â€œThat’s going to be one helluva third date.”

 
    Chapter 6
    â€œ J OSH S UMMERS. J UST the man I wanted to see.”
    Shifting the pastry box to his left hand, Josh raised his right and waved to Noah. “Hate to disappoint you, but I stopped by on this fine Saturday morning to share homemade cinnamon rolls with Caroline.”
    â€œShe’s not in yet,” Dominic announced as he pushed through the door that led to the staff only area in back. “She’s running five, maybe ten minutes late. Josie’s giving her a ride over, but she had to stop and change the baby first.”
    â€œHave a seat,” Noah ordered in his best don’t-­mess-­with-­the-­former-­Marine voice. He nodded to the line of empty barstools.
    Big Buck’s didn’t open for another fifteen minutes and Josh knew the room filled fast on weekends thanks to the nearby university crowd. He’d never gone the college route, but he supposed that if he had he’d have preferred to study while sipping a pint of Oregon’s finest microbrew.
    Knowing he’d have to face the firing squad eventually, Josh set the box on the counter and claimed a stool. He eyed Dominic as the soldier-­turned-­bartender joined Noah behind the bar. Josh had planned to kick off the weekend with a sugarcoated kiss in the bar’s back room. Instead, he was getting a lesson in Interrogation 101 from a former army ranger—­Dominic—­and Noah.
    â€œYou can each have one roll,” Josh said as he flipped open the box. “But