When Maggie meets Tom. When attraction meets logic…when lust trumps sanity…all bets are off.
His arms held her in a vice like grip as his words slid into the space between them. “Play along with me. I’ve had a rough morning.”
“It’s about to get a whole lot rougher,” Maggie hissed as she stepped on his instep.
“Ohhhhh! That’s my favorite sister for ya.” The handsome stranger laughed and slid into a deckchair and plunked her down on his lap. His lips brushed her earlobe in a move that felt suspiciously like a kiss. A tingle rippled through her body like an ice cream soda’s fizz on a hot day.
“Try that again and I’ll put you over my lap and spank you,” he said, his lips hot against her cheek.
Maggie smothered the starburst sensation his lips had sparked, and glared at him. “Take your best shot, buster, but I wouldn’t give a girl like me such easy access to your family jewels. Know what I mean?”
She glanced down in the general direction of his crotch. “You try spanking me, and I’ll have you singing soprano.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He whispered close to her ear – his words punctuated with a look that would make a nun strip.
God, he was gorgeous! And the creep knew it! “Are you willing to take the chance?”