She’s pretty sure Peter Pan had the right idea about growing up…
When it comes to playing games, GIRL GEAR’s website editor Macy Webb is the absolute best. Her latest idea for her sexy fun and games column? An after-hours, adults-only, you-find-mine-I’ll-find-yours scavenger hunt. Each half of a couple is given a list of items and a month during which to discover their partner’s deepest darkest secrets of mind… and body.
Attorney Leo Redding wouldn’t have been Macy’s first choice for a playmate. Not that he isn’t gorgeous and sexy. But while she’s certain she can find everything on her list (he’s a guy, after all), she’s not so sure she wants to learn what makes him tick. Because doing so is going to leave her all tied up emotionally… and in love with a completely unsuitable man.
“It’s hot, sexy, and still manages to involve the reader emotionally – a winning combination.” — All About Romance
“With electrifying tension, creative scenes, and seductive characters, Alison Kent really knows how to deliver a knockout read.” — RT Book Reviews
Lips parted in seductive invitation, she stroked an index finger over Leo’s cheek and shivered at the prickle of evening beard. She trailed the same finger down a path to his collar, worked loose the knot on his tie.
“C’mon, Leo. I know you can smile. You’ve got all the right muscles.” She toyed with the top button of his shirt, poking the bare tip of her finger beneath the placket to his collarbone.
Still no response. Nada. Nothing. Ignoring the murmurs of the audience, she whispered directly into his ear. “I’ll make it easy on you. A quick grin and we’ll call it a night.”
She pulled back to look at his face, expecting a gradual capitulation. But no, he was stoic to the core. It was time to get down and dirty.
Pouting always worked for Chloe, so Macy gave it a try at the same time she lightly touched her thumb to the edge of Leo’s mouth, drawing the corner upward.
No reaction. Macy held back a scream.
She plied her final weapon, running her fingertips in feathery movements over his tightly drawn lips, begging, with her mouth only inches away, “One smile. Please?”
And then she felt it. A shift. A change. A flare and a flash in Leo’s eyes, and a new sense of his body hardening beneath hers.
A part of her wanted to extricate herself from both his lap and a situation as awkward as any she could recall sharing with a man. A part of her wanted to wiggle, to experience and explore this private intimacy.
She managed, instead, to sit very still and avoid disclosing to the rest of the room what was now so impressively, so solidly pressed to the back of her thighs.
Leo reached for her wrist, removed her motionless fingers from his lips. She blinked slowly and smiled, a smile meant for Leo only, Leo alone. She wanted him to know that, between the two of them, they’d get out of this with no bloodshed, go on to live another day.
And then the man blew the wind from her sails.
Not a humorless grin. Not a slight curl of his lip. Not a sneer or a snarl, but an ear-to-ear, start-my-heart-beating smile. Yet that wasn’t the worst part. The best part. The worst.
Because once he’d released her wrist and she’d made ready to hop up from the chair, he cupped the back of her head.
And he kissed her.