Free Love Jones For Him by Mia Loveless

sexiest man in the world that ever moved. He was very, very dangerous to her peace of mind and everything she’d ever believed in or taken for granted.
    So what was she going to do about it? Keep him at arm’s length, or let him fuck her brains out whenever there was the need? She wasn’t the type to keep up the “friends with benefits” façade. She either wanted a man or she didn’t. And from wanting him always came the chance to fall in love with him.
    Which brought her to the next, body-tingling question: could she allow herself to fall in love with Gordon?
    ***
    She didn’t let her inner thoughts ruin her time with him. True to his word, he cooked her the full English breakfast. He’d popped down the street to get much of the things he needed, and was back in moments, whipping up the meal in record time.
    They ate and talked and laughed, and the morning passed easily. She pouted when he finally announced he had to go back to his city apartment, but she felt glad when he promised that he’d return later in the day so they could drive down to the country.
    “Remember you promised to help me take a look at my new home,” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll be back a little after noon, and then we can go for a drive. It’s just an hour or so from London.”
    “You’re on,” she said, missing him already as she walked him to the door. “And thanks for breakfast, it was fabulous.”
    He grinned, turning at the open doorway to say, “That earns you a bit of my gourmet cooking – I’ll bring the packed lunch I planned we’d share during our trip.”
    “You think of everything,” she purred, sighing dreamily as she leaned up on her toes and kissed his lips. He grabbed her in his arms, deepening the kiss for a few breath-stealing moments. Her unbound breasts beneath her robe were crushed against his chest and she tingled at all her nerve-endings from the possessive edge in that hot, taking kiss.
    He drew away, and she almost stumbled as she was brought back down to earth. He steadied her with his hands on her shoulders, smoothing down her hair and giving her one last, smoldering look before he turned and left without a word.
    Victoria closed the door after him, a ragged sigh escaping her as she placed a hand on her pumping heart. Whoa! Her trip to London was certainly starting to have a lot of high points, she decided, as she fairly skipped back up the stairs.

Chapter Twelve
    There was just something about the English countryside. Some might call it being fanciful but it seemed that even the sky looked bluer, the grass greener. She was seated beside Gordon as he drove them passed the lush greenery through which glimpses of the ocean showed. He took the scenic route, apparently, and she viewed the many ancient structures and homes with their remarkable thatched roofs. It all seemed so different and exciting, and quite breathtakingly lovely.
    She glanced sideways at Gordon and almost had to catch her breath at how beautiful he was. His dark golden hair wafting in the breeze, his fair skin sun-kissed. He looked her way and smiled, and oh, those eyes, that flash of white…a woman was powerless against such weapons. He began to talk about their surroundings as he drove them through the hills, and as always she felt swept off by that sexy accent.
    The very last thing she’d been expecting when she’d come to UK was to get into any kind of romantic involvement. She certainly hadn’t seen herself falling this hard.
    He talked about the Diamond Jubilee coming up several months away, and of course the Olympics soon after. He teasingly suggested that she made sure she came back for both celebrations, and that he’d gladly play host.
    “You know, I just might take you up on that,” she told him with a smile, and the look they shared was filled with camaraderie. More and more the familiarity between them was beginning to strike her as real and not just some passing thing.
    But then he showed no signs