Erotic Invitation. Carly Phillips

The only question that remained was whether she had the nerve to carry out her plan.

      Frigid facade, frigid facade. His words echoed in her mind and rankled every one of her feminine instincts. He didn’t know anything about her and she wanted him to learn.

      She didn’t ever want him to forget.

      “Actually, my secretary made the reservations so I know we’re on the same floor. Across the hall, in fact,” Jack said.

      “These villas are available to rent for special occasions.” She set the tray in front of them on a small table and plucked a grape from its mooring.

      “And this is a special occasion?” A wry smile formed on his lips.

      “If that’s your take on the evening, I’m pleased.” She popped the fruit between her lips. The succulent juice burst, coating her mouth.

      “I notice you don’t always answer a question directly.”

      She edged closer to him. “I’m a lawyer. I’m trained in the technique of evasion.”

      “It doesn’t look like you’re evading now,” he murmured.

      She leaned forward, her weight braced on the palms of her hands. “Do you like grapes?”

      He briefly glanced at the tray before meeting her gaze. “I could be persuaded to have a taste.”

      “I hoped you would say that.” Now or never, Mallory thought and closed the distance between them, placing her lips over his.

      Jack’s eyes registered first surprise, then darkened with desire. Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t drown in his gaze, she rubbed her lips delicately over his, using the juice from the grapes to tease and arouse. His lips were damp, tasting of vodka and man as a low groan escaped from the back of his throat. A curling warmth exploded in her belly with the knowledge that her passion was reciprocated. But it wasn’t enough.

      “You wanted to taste grapes.” Her words were muffled against his lips. “Open up and taste the fruit, Jack.”