Free Wild About the Man (Mills & Boon Modern Tempted) by Joss Wood Page A

rocked on her heels. Embarrassment or lust? He couldn’t be sure. A bit of both?
    ‘I was trying to wake you up. Act like a jerk to show you what it feels like to be woken up by someone shouting at you.’
    ‘Sounds like an excuse to take a look.’ Nick watched as she leaned back against the plane and he moved so that he was standing in front of her, his hand on the frame behind her head. He looked at her mouth and remembered her taste. ‘You could’ve just asked, you know.’
    She dropped her head back in a move that was as natural as it was seductive and her hair glinted in the early morning sunshine. Gold and blonde and red and orange … He could count a hundred different shades.
    ‘You have the most fantastic hair,’ Nick quietlysaid, unable to stop his fingers from sliding into the curls, the tips of his fingers making circles on her scalp.
    Clem licked her lips and Nick watched her eyes deepen and darken, felt her fingers reach up to encircle his wrist.
    Nick stepped closer to her and rested his forehead against hers. ‘We can’t do this, Clementine.’
    He felt her nod. ‘I know.’
    ‘I want to anyway,’ Nick admitted. ‘I want you but I don’t want to want you.’
    ‘Me too. You and I are exact opposites, from different worlds.’ Clem’s thumb brushed the inside of his wrist. ‘We don’t even like each other.’
    ‘The real problem is this heat between us.’
    Clem lifted her head and their eyes caught and held.
    There it went.
    Just like every time. When she looked at him like that—as if he was the one man who could ever, had ever made her react like this—the world receded and all the air was sucked out of his lungs. After an intense minute just staring at each other, Nick stepped back and Clem shoved a hand into that fabulous hair and lifted slim shoulders in a small shrug.
    ‘Heat is not enough,’ Nick muttered. ‘Trust me, bitter experience has taught me this.’
    ‘I’m not arguing with you,’ Clem quietly replied but he could see the pulse in her neck hammering.‘But I still want you to kiss me. Sorry, but I do.’
    The last time he checked, he wasn’t a freaking saint … Oh, wait, he’d never been a saint or anything close to one so he gripped her wrist and pulled her towards him. He held her against him, on her toes, her body flat against his, his mouth a scant inch from hers. Nothing was important but this girl and her soft body and hot eyes.
    Clem felt tension curl and swirl in her stomach, knew that she was about to lick her upper lip and couldn’t help it … Her hips moved closer to his. Couldn’t help that. His mouth opened and Clem waited in breathless anticipation. She knew what he wanted to say, to ask. Why did he even bother—surely he could see her answer in her eyes, on her face?
    It’s crazy and wild and I’ll probably regret it but … yes, kiss me again, make me yours.
    Like the last time they kissed, she expected him to swoop and devour, but his mouth was more gentle than she expected. He nibbled and explored and tempted. Clem’s hands found their way to his back, up and under his shirt, to feel that hard, warm, male flesh …
    ‘Nick, come in. Switch to channel thirteen.’
    The radio in his back pocket squawked but Nick didn’t release his grip on her when he lifted his head, flipped channels with one hand, brought the radio to his mouth and hit the call button to talk. ‘Yeah, Jabu, what is it?’
    ‘Bad time,
mfo
?’
    You have no idea, Clem silently grumbled, her hands flat on Nick’s muscled chest. She’d move but she wasn’t sure if her legs would hold her yet. And whilst her libido was screaming for some more action, her head and her heart were on bended knees yelling,
Thank God you stopped! We’re not ready!
    ‘What do you want, Jabu?’ Nick muttered, his fingers dipping into the small gap between the band of her shorts and her warm skin, skimming over the T of her panties. His mouth dropped and he touched her lips with