Faith pushed Jake back, her palms planted firmly against his chest. He laughed. “I don’t care.” Faith groaned. “But I need you to know. I’m not a one night stand kind of girl.” Jake grabbed her wrists and put her hands back down at her sides. “And I’m not the kind of guy who asks girls to stay over, so go figure.” Faith smiled at the way he was watching her – like he’d eat her up for dinner if he could, every last bite. “Any other confessions?” he teased, keeping hold of her wrists so he could trace a circle of kisses across her stomach. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. Jake stopped. He dropped his head so they were touching, nose to nose. “What’s wrong?” Faith’s face burned hot. She wished she’d just been able to switch off the part of her brain that was freaking her out. “It’s just, well…” Damn it! “I kind of had a pact with myself that I was sworn off men, and I haven’t, ahem, been…” Now he was grinning. “You’re worried you’ve forgotten what to do.”
