Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2) Read Free

stranger. Kissing. Touching. Another man’s hands stroking her alabaster skin. Another man’s tongue teasing her plump lips. His temper flared.
    Please, for both their sakes, let her be out with friends.
    When a car pulled into her drive, Jonas stiffened. Definitely not Deanna’s red coupe. The big, silver Lexus looked expensive, fancy. Is that the type Deanna went for? The clean-shaven, suit-wearing type? Jonas rubbed his jaw, then cursed when he felt the rough stubble there. Watching from the shadows, he saw Deanna lean toward the driver. He couldn’t make out any more than their shapes. Was she kissing him? Was the asshole staying the night?
    Not damn likely.
    When she opened the passenger door and stepped out, Jonas breathed a sigh of relief. She waved and the car started a slow glide back out of the driveway. Jonas waited. When she stepped onto the porch, he got a better look at her. She wore a pair of red heels and a matching slip dress with a little black shawl wrap. The dress hit above the knee. Classy, but sexy—and too freaking revealing for his peace of mind.
    “Even though it’s winter and that dress is clearly not designed to keep a body warm, you sure are heating me up pretty damn fast.”
    At his words, Deanna jumped and screamed. Jonas shot out of the chair and grabbed her by the shoulders in time to keep her from tumbling off the porch. “What the hell, Jonas? You scared the crap out of me!”
    Feeling like an idiot, he mumbled, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    She shoved out of his arms and slapped his chest. “Why are you lurking in the dark? Are you spying on me?”
    Her eyes flashed fire and ice at the same time. How did she do that? It captivated the hell out of him. “Who’s spying? I just came for a friendly visit.”
    “You know very well you’re spying.” She bit the words out between clenched teeth.
    He leaned close, inhaling her floral scent. Lilacs. She always smelled like lilacs. Delicate and gentle. Two things Jonas didn’t know shit about. If he had any decency at all, he’d leave.
    “A visit, Deanna.” He stepped back and let her pass. “I’m not allowed to visit?”
    She pulled open the screen door and shoved her key into the dead bolt. “No, you aren’t. Now go away. I’m tired.”
    Her voice had lowered to a quiet, husky tone. It snaked up Jonas’s chest like a caress. It pissed him off that she could get to him so easily. “Is that why you sent your date home? Because you’re tired?”
    She pushed her door open, then turned to him. “That’s none of your business.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Go home, Jonas.”
    Jonas closed the distance separating them. “Let me come inside, Deanna. We need to talk.”
    “No, we don’t,” she gritted out, her voice not quite as steady as before. “You need to go home and I need to sleep.”
    His temper flared. “Why won’t you give me the time of day?”
    Deanna shook her head and looked away.
    Jonas cupped her cheek and forced her back around. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. Not ever. “This isn’t all one-sided,” he whispered. “This desire, you feel it too. I know you do.”
    On a sigh, Deanna closed her eyes tight. “Just because there’s an itch doesn’t mean we should scratch it.”
    Damn, her skin was as soft as flower petals. He stroked his thumb over her lower lip and found it plump, inviting. His dick hardened beneath his jeans as he imagined those full pink lips wrapped snug around his cock.
    “An itch, huh?” he growled. “Is that the way you see it?”
    She opened her eyes and stared up at him. The angry glare she shot him wasn’t at all what he expected. “You had your chance once. You blew it.”
    Genuinely confused, Jonas dropped his hand. “Chance? You’ve shot me down at every turn, Deanna.”
    She squinted and pointed her finger at his chest. “You took my brother’s side.”
    He shoved a hand through his hair and prayed for patience. “Wade?”
    “Yes.