Free Just One Look by Joan Reeves

French, but it was no use. He was lost.
    Jennifer had a blinding mental picture of what was better than friends. She could picture she and Matt, entwined in passion. She'd never had the chance to be lovers with Matt. She'd only been fourteen even though she'd felt seared by the emotions she'd felt for him then.
    A predatory gleam came into his eyes as he straightened. He tossed the book that lay in his lap to the floor.
    Her heart began to hammer, and a languor stole through her limbs. Her breasts ached to be touched.
    "The hell with this!" Matt muttered and reached for her. In the next moment, several things happened. He hauled her into his embrace until her breasts were plastered to his shirt front. His arms wrapped around her as if he'd never let her go. Then his mouth found hers, and the heavens opened.
    They must have, Jennifer thought, because surely she heard angels singing. She welcomed the invasion of his tongue as he thrust into her mouth. Her body shuddered in desire because she realized that she wanted to feel a similar intimacy with another part of her body.
    Oh, but he could kiss, she thought, sucking on his tongue, wanting to be quiescent in his arms so she could just feel, revel in sensation as he did all these marvelous things to her mouth. But she couldn't remain still. She wanted to sample his mouth as he sampled hers, trace the ridges of his teeth, outline his sculpted lips with her tongue.
    "Oh, yes," she moaned, unable to hold back.
    With an oath, he shoved her away. "This isn't going to work, Jennifer." Matt jumped off the couch as if he'd been stabbed with a hatpin.
    "What do you mean?" She asked, trying to catch her breath.
    "I can't seem to step back into the role of physician." He shoved his hands through his hair as he began to pace. "I've never had this problem before. Maybe it's because I've seen you in a social setting before I actually knew you as a patient."
    Jennifer felt as if she were Eve tempting Adam. "But, Matt, I'm not asking you to be my doctor. I understand doctor-patient boundaries. I'm not asking you to do something that will damage your integrity." She felt ashamed then because she knew that her campaign of retribution was doing exactly that.
    "Then what are you asking me for?" The question exploded from him. He sounded frantic, exasperated.
    "I don't know," Jennifer whispered, suddenly overcome with doubt. If she hadn't seen him drinking with Lucas Wyman at the bar last night, she'd never have started this vendetta. But she had started it.
    She'd teased and tormented him. Deliberately driven him wild. But she'd also been a victim of the passion that she'd aroused. Jennifer wrapped her arms around her body, feeling suddenly cold without his warmth pressed to her. She ached for him. Literally ached. She'd never thought it physically possible to feel this way, but every inch of her body throbbed for his touch. And he'd done nothing but kiss her. Heavens, she didn't know if she could survive if he actually touched her the way she wanted to be touched.
    Jennifer took a ragged breath. Sex before had been okay, but just kissing Matt blew her away. For the first time in her life, she trembled on the threshold of finding out how great making love was meant to be. A greedy, sensual part of her wanted that knowledge. And another part of her soul that she refused to dwell on wanted the knowledge to come from him.
    Matt came back to her and knelt at her feet. "Hey, you're not crying, are you?" He asked with wonder in his voice.
    "No, of course not." Jennifer wiped the corners of her eyes. "Matt, you awakened something in me," she said, not lying now. "Can't we pursue that?"
    He looked troubled again. "I don't know. This whole thing smacks of misconduct."
    "No, it doesn't," she said quickly. She was always too smart for her own good, she thought. If only she'd told him who she was the first time, she wouldn't be in this ridiculous situation. But she could never reveal her past now. He'd think