Her Secret Thrill. Donna Kauffman

Simply…honest.

      “Would you like to extend this conversation?” he asked.

      Her throat closed over. Her nipples were so tight now that they actually hurt. He wanted her. Right now. And there was no denying she wanted him. Right now.

      And frankly, right now, that was all that mattered.

      It was that simple. That thrilling.

      “Yeah.” She cleared her throat, her heart began to race. “I mean, yes. Yes, I believe I would like that. Very much.”

      “More coffee?”

      Natalie jerked her gaze from Jake and looked up at the waitress. “Um, no. No thank you. Just the check.”

      The waitress laid the bill on the table. Natalie nervously fished out a ten and tossed it on the pile, not caring about the change.

      Now what?

      3

      IN THE MOVIES, this was where it always segued to the two lovers groping inside the private confines of their room. Lovers. She swallowed. The movies never dealt with that awkward transition sequence.

      Then Jake was standing beside her holding out his hand, that charming grin crinkling the corners of his blue eyes. And it was as easy—and as hard—as just reaching out and taking that hand. She took it.

      He let her hand go as soon as she stood, but there was that electric brushing of his warm hand on her bare lower back as he guided her to the front door and out into the New York sunrise.

      She stopped and turned, an awkward laugh escaping her. “Um, I guess the standard ‘your place or mine’ is out of the question?” She wanted the adventure, but she wasn’t taking him back to her place.

      He laughed. “Yeah. I had forgotten about that.”

      Her heart was pounding, but Natalie relaxed a little. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to this, nor had he planned it, any more than she had. That relieved her. And somehow made this all the more erotic and exciting.

      “Maybe another room at The Maxi?” she offered.

      “Actually, I know a place. Uptown. I’ve stayed there before. It’s quiet, out of the way.” He caught her gaze. “Private.”

      She liked the sound of that. “Okay.” She stepped to the curb to whistle for a taxi. The streets were pretty quiet; only the early risers and workaholics were out.

      He reached for her hand and tugged her back.

      She whirled, liking the contact of his hand on hers. When he went to drop it, she instinctively tightened her grip. He paused, looked at her, then tightened his grip as well. She liked the assurance it gave her that they were both in this together.

      “We have another stop to make first,” he said, then nodded toward a drugstore on the corner.

      Dear Lord, she was so far gone that she’d forgotten about all that.

      “I wasn’t exactly planning on meeting you,” he said.

      She liked how he said that. Not “I wasn’t planning on having a night of wild sex.” Just that he hadn’t planned on her. Specifically her.

      Careful, Natalie. Wild sex was exactly what all this was. Nothing personal, nothing lasting.

      He tugged on her hand, and they walked to the corner. His hands were both smooth and rough. And warm. And big. His fingers were all but wedged between her slender ones. She shivered at the thought of where else they might wedge themselves.

      “Cold?”

      It was early fall, but even now there was a bit of summer in the air. Though that wasn’t why she felt warm. She smiled at him and thought, What the hell. “Not hardly.”

      He grinned. “I think you ought to let Liza dress you more often. Brings out the wild side.”

      She laughed as they pushed into the drugstore. “Maybe it does.”

      What should have been an awkward errand surprise Natalie by turning into part of their foreplay.

      Jake kept her hand firmly in his as he wound his way up and down the aisles, looking for condoms. He glanced over at her, that grin playing around the corners of his mouth. “Ribbed or smooth?”

      She tried to play it cool, to keep her mouth from simply dropping open, but she couldn’t.

      He laughed. “I’ll choose.”

      So much for abandoning all her staid principles. But he didn’t make her feel self-conscious about it. In fact, she got the feeling he was rather enjoying teasing her. She was certain of it, when he stopped as they passed a refrigerated unit.

      “Hmm.” He slid open one door and pulled out a slender canister. “Harbor any fantasies about whipped cream?”

      She tilted her head as if to ponder the question, when the truth was she’d never once thought about sex with whipped cream on top. “Give me a few minutes,” she finally said, when he raised his eyebrows.

      He laughed outright but put the can back. She was almost disappointed. Almost. Right now she only wanted him. Unadulterated.

      They made their way to the counter. She should have been uncomfortable, standing with him while he—or rather she—made such an obvious purchase, but instead she held the clerk’s rather direct gaze with a direct one of her own. Go ahead, she thought, judge me. But I’m going to be having a lot more fun in the next couple of hours than you will. Right then, she began to see why Liza indulged in this side of life.

      It was fun.

      Jake got the taxi. He gave the cabbie directions, then leaned back. The radio was blasting and the traffic was steadily picking up. They were both silent, but Jake still held her hand. As they made their way uptown, he began to trace small patterns on her palm with his fingertip.

      She didn’t squirm. Or lunge at him. But she wanted to do both. She’d assumed people who did this would be groping and tearing at each other’s clothes the whole way to their room. This wasn’t at all how she would have pictured it. It seemed so sedate. Detached. And yet, it was anything but. Sitting silently next to him, feeling his fingers on her palm, was extremely sensitizing. It al lowed her to think, to feel, to absorb. To imagine that fingertip brushing her in other places, slowly, lazily.

      He made her feel that there was all the time in the world and he intended to make good use of each and every second.

      Dear God, but she was dying to have him.

      IT WASN’T AWKWARD at the hotel, either. They knew him there, but were discreet enough not raise an eyebrow when she slid her credit card across the desk. There was the briefest of moments when they asked about needing a bellman for their luggage, just enough to tell her that Jake didn’t typically show up with a woman on his arm at the crack of dawn. Enough to make her feel better…but also just enough to make her feel naughty. In a sort of decadent, delicious way. Was this really Natalie Holcomb?

      As he guided her across the thickly carpeted lobby, she decided she was glad they’d come here. The hotel was small, but intimate and modestly elegant. Apparently cowboys had style. She let Jake direct her to the elevator. They were the only two to step inside.

      When the doors swished shut, Nat felt a tiny jolt of panic. Well, not panic, but…reality maybe.

      “You okay?”

      He was so aware of her. She liked it, rather than resented it. If he was that in tune to her, it could only mean good things later. Right? She tried not to gulp. She was really doing this. In broad daylight, even. Somehow that made it feel even more sinful.

      She looked at him and he took her hand, that playful, sexy smile on his face.

      Oh, yeah. She was definitely doing this.

      “I’m nervous,” she said honestly. “But very