Free Chasing Temptation by Payton Lane Page B

second to get it back.
    “If we are going to do this,” Nate said, “we might as well do it the right way.”
    Before the meaning registered, his mouth was back on hers. Lynne let out a frustrated moan. The three-piece suit was like a damn chastity belt. She wanted them to be skin to skin. Really, she wanted to rip each button from his shirt so he could never find them and be forced to walk around shirtless. She would leave the tie on though. It could come in handy.
    Nate explored her mouth, swallowed her breathy sighs, all without losing his cool. She wanted him to kiss her for an eternity. To always let his taste fill her as it did now. The need grew roots and she knew she wanted this to turn into something more or end now.
    As if he read her mind, he pulled back. “I want to have sex. Right here on this counter.” He nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “I want to bury myself in you. I know you would be hot and wet because of me and no one else.”
    “Don't,” she pleaded, surprising herself.
    Lynne's mind had been going down the same road, but she knew he shouldn't let go of his control. Knew he would regret it in the morning, and no matter how blasé she lived, Lynne knew regret.
    “What?” His thumb drew circles on a sensitive spot by her collarbone.
    She should wear shoes around him, just so he wouldn't see her toes curl when he touched her like that.
    Still, Lynne managed to put some words together. “Unless you want to have wild, sweaty sex, today, right now, don't say those things.”
    He melded into her again and she felt his arousal. She had to close her eyes to find the will to say no for him.
    “You've got eight dozen cookies to make because of me,” she said.
    He stiffened and the hardness right at her apex slowly vanished.
    “You're right.”
    She opened her eyes to see he'd backed up. Five feet away and she could still feel him pressed against her.
    “To think,” she said, “I'm the one with reason right now. You should write this moment down on a calendar. My mother would be so proud.”
    He smirked. “I assumed you were raised by hippies.”
    She shivered. She wanted to have sex with him. Not for him to get to know her. “Martha Stewart raised me.”
    One brow lifted. “You know how to cook?”
    “I did just say Martha Stewart raised me.”
    He nodded. “Good. You got me into this mess. You're going to get me out. Lock up. We have baking to do.”
    He walked out of the store without another word. Lynne's jaw started to hurt. She closed her mouth. There was no one to blame. She had stepped right into that one.
    Lynne closed up the shop and met Nate outside. Of course he had been waiting in case she decided to run. He probably told Sylvia to wait at the back door. The man was smart. Dammit.
    “What do you have to cook with at home?” she asked.
    “It's not home; it's a rental.”
    “Touché, but that doesn't answer my question.”
    He crossed his arms and frowned. “I have sugar in those little packets.”
    “You have sugar packets?” She shook her head. “I was being crueler than I realized. We'll go to the grocery store. You have heard of a grocery store, right? Where you buy food products and then can make baked goods from scratch.”
    The corner of his mouth twitched. “Must be one of those newfangled things those kids are using.”
    “I asked for that.” She shook her head again. “Come on, Nate. You've got some learning to do.”
    His steps matched hers. “I'm starting to respect your underhanded ways, so start from the top. How did you convince the church lady to add my name to the list? ”
    She winced. “You bring out the evil in me.” She shrugged. “I just made you a part of the community.”
    “That's dark. Really dark.”
    She stole a glance at him. Hands in his pockets, Nate should have stuck out like a sore thumb in the suit. Yet he fit. With all the odd characters she had met in this town, he fit with his own brand of her hometown.
    “Might as well get