While he’d been lost in a dark world of scents and sensation and sensual surrender, she’d been bopping along with bloody Elton John. That was some impression you made, Jake. “So will three times do you?” he asked. He hated the sneer in his voice but she had some sort of weird power over him, and with everything else going on in his life, letting a woman get under his skin right now just wasn’t an option. Even if she felt damned good under his body. “Three? Was it?” That set his teeth even further on edge. “Definitely three.” He’d enjoyed every single flutter and tremor and squeeze...reveled in every gasp and squeal...felt totally male and powerful because of it. And she acted as though it was nothing out of the ordinary? When he’d finally let go it was like the Starship Enterprise hitting warp speed—a burst of heaven, a furious rush, and potent power that propelled him halfway across the universe. Now he’d landed back in the secluded courtyard with one hell of a thump.
