Too Much Temptation. Lori Foster

She tucked in her chin. “Sorry. But my car died on me last night, which is why I arrived here soaking wet and why you coerced me out of my clothes.”

      He nodded slowly, his memory jogged. “Yeah, now I remember telling you that.”

      Her brows rose high. “You’re saying you made it up?”

      “I’m saying I wanted you out of your clothes. Them being wet was a good enough excuse.”

      “Oh.” Grace looked bemused for a moment, then pleased. She leaned down and gave him a smacking kiss. “I’m going to love having sex with you.”

      He groaned, caught between tenderness, amusement and lust so hot he should have been breathing fire.

      Grace rose from the bed and again reached for the phone. “I have to call a cab.”

      “The hell you will.” Seeing she wouldn’t be swayed otherwise, Noah forced his tensed muscles to bend and sat up beside her. “I’ll drive you.”

      “But…” She shook her head. “Noah, I’m going to your grandmother’s.”

      “Yeah, I gathered as much.” And from what he’d just heard, no way would he let her face Agatha alone. His grandmother claimed they’d argued last night—thanks to him. No doubt Grace had been busy defending him, and no doubt his hardheaded grandmother had taken exception to her opinion.

      “But Noah…”

      “I’m taking you, damn it.”

      She stiffened. “Don’t take that tone with me! I may have agreed to do whatever you say in the bedroom, but I never said you could boss me anywhere else.”

      Noah grinned as he pulled on his jeans. She agreed to do whatever he said in the bedroom. Life suddenly looked pretty bright.

      “My little sex slave,” he teased, and watched her blush. “Hell, Gracie, the bedroom is the only place I want to direct you, so we’re in agreement.”

      She looked suspicious but finally nodded. “Okay, then.”

      “But,” he added, not about to let her have the last word, “I am taking you to my grandmother’s. And afterward I’m bringing you back here, and we’ll find out just how obedient you can be in bed.”

      Rather than put her off with his autocratic tone, Grace nodded. Her eyes bright with anticipation, she said, “I promise I’ll try my best.”

      Well, hell. She had the last word after all.

      Noah was too busy trying to breathe to argue.