Body Image (Body Heat Series Book 2) Read Free

intend to stay, but I don’t want to be rude either. I perch on the oversized beige sofa and look around the room. “It’s very charming,” I say. Because it is. The restored hardwood floors warm the entire room. And the décor is the perfect mix of masculine and feminine. The leather ottoman, giant wood coffee table, and refined wool rug would be too heavy, but a vase of fuchsia flowers brightens the space, as does the vibrant art that adorns the walls.
    “You’re very sweet,” she says as she returns with drinks for us and sinks into the sofa next to me. “I had a lot of help with the decorating.” She hands me a cut-crystal highball glass and then takes a sip of her own.
    She sets her glass carefully on the coffee table and moves closer to me. Time to make my escape.
    “It’s getting late and I need to get back to the club,” I say. She takes my tie in her hand, wraps it around her fist and pulls me closer to her. Stand up , I tell myself. Get off the damn sofa and walk toward the door. You can’t do this. But the message never gets through. Her big brown eyes lock onto mine and I’m under her spell, like the hapless audience member called onto stage during a hypnotist’s show. I’m utterly bewitched.
    Her lips brush mine and then her mouth is devouring me, greedy and searching. I kiss back just as hard. My tongue parts her soft lips and thrusts into her mouth, tasting every inch of her. I know I have other responsibilities, but fuck it. The club can wait.

I know he thinks I’m a spoiled rich girl. I didn’t realize he thinks I’m stupid, too. A man as uptight as Bayne Carter would not agree to come home with me as easily as he did. He never gave me the time of day back when he guarded me; he only talked to me when he absolutely had to. There was never any warmth to our interactions. God knows I wanted there to be something between us, but he made it clear that there wasn’t.
    And that’s how I know he had no intention of following through on his bargain. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, and I don’t believe for a second that Bayne has morphed into a careless ladies’ man in the space of a couple years.
    But I’m going to pull out all the stops to get what I want. And what I’ve wanted, since well before I was 18, is him.
    He was the hottest man in my protection detail. I’ll never forget the day he strolled into my life with his broad shoulders, perfect ass, and model-beautiful features. I spent more than one Friday night with him on my mind as my hand worked frantically between my legs. The college boys I met always seemed so immature compared to him. I would have slept with any of them, but I would have been thinking of Bayne the whole time.
    I almost fell off my chair when I saw him in Body Heat tonight. Seriously, I go to a sex club for the first time in my life, determined to lose my V-card once and for all, and the man of my dreams just happens to be there? Everyone else disappeared the moment he walked into my life again. Looking damn fine, as usual, with the same chiseled cheekbones, sandy brown hair, and warm brown eyes that kept me up at night. He obviously still had his gym membership as well. His narrow waist, firm ass, and shoulders that appeared to have been carved from granite all attested to that.
    He felt something, too. I know he did. I saw his double take when he spotted me. The way his mouth hung open in shock. And the way he hustled me out of there? He has to feel something for me. You don’t cause that much of a scene unless you care.
    I was a girl when we first met. Now I’m a woman, and he’s not getting away.
    I know he’s about to make his excuses and bolt, so I go for the win. No time for demure pecks. I lay one hell of a kiss on him, and triumph surges through me when his tongue seeks out mine. I slide my hand onto his lap until I feel the bulge in his pants. It’s so big it worries me a little. But being in his personal space feels so damn good. He smells