Page 40 of Making Over Maris

“Jack. You’re here.”

He glanced at his watch. “I’m right on time, aren’t I?”

“Um, yes.”

“Why do you look so surprised?”

“Oh, nothing.” She dropped her gaze then flicked it back up, veiled by her lashes. He was so fricking attractive she could eat him up. And she was horny. Very horny. Cream, even now, eased from her, dampening her thighs. She could only hope there wasn’t a wet spot on her crotch. “I was just thinking about you.” She tried for a flirty voice but apparently it didn’t work.

“Really?” He tipped his head. She recognized the sarcastic cant. “I was coming over to pick you up for a date and you were thinking about me? Wow.”

She frowned at him. “No, Jack. I was thinking about you.”

Confusion rippled through his expression.

“Never mind,” she sighed. Then she nodded at the chocolates. “Are those for me?”

“Oh. Yes.” He shoved them at her. “I hope you like salted caramel in dark chocolate.”

Her mouth watered. “My favorite. Come on in.”

But he hovered on the threshold. “I shouldn’t.”

Sara shifted from one foot to the other, studying him from tip to toe. He was dressed in that blue sweater she loved; it clung to every inch of his molded torso. She licked her lips. “Come in, Jack.”

She wanted him. And she wanted him now. His cock inside her. Thrusting. Plowing Impaling her. How delicious would that be?

“I shouldn’t.”

Extreme disappointment—and annoyance—bubbled in her belly. “Why the fuck not?”

He chuckled. “Such language.”

“Why not, Jack? Why won’t you come in?”

“Because I’m here to take you out. If I come in, we won’t leave—not for a while.”

Good Lord. She loved the way his brow quirked when he said that. The wicked smile framed by his naughty Van Dyke. “Okay.” She opened the door wider.

“Sara.” He crossed his arms. “We have a date.”

“I know.” She shimmied her hips. “Come in.”

“I made plans.”

“So did I.”

“Sara—”

“I’ve been thinking about you, Jack. Thinking about last night and how good you felt inside me. I want more.”

Jack groaned and drew a palm over his face. “Stop tempting me.”

“Am I tempting you?”

“You know you are.”

“Then cede to temptation. Come in.”