prove how much they love you.â Cliff stood up and looked her straight in the eye. âWell, you can needle me all you like, Miss Baron. Iâm not going to jump.â
She leaned her backside against the car and crossed her long legs at the ankles, returning his glare with a measuring gaze. She raked her blond hair back with the manicured fingers of her right hand. âYou like calling the shots, donât you, Forrester?â
âI like being my own boss, yeah.â
âYou like being in control.â
He wiped his hands on his jeans and said, âI donât like surprises, thatâs all.â
âOh, really?â She began to smile wickedly. âSometimes surprises can be nice.â
âMost of the time, surprises can be damned annoying.â
âTsk tsk. What a boring attitude about life.â
âHow I live my life is none of your business.â
âWant to know what I think?â she asked.
âNot really.â
âI think you could use a few surprises now and then, Cliff Forrester.â
With that, she came away from the car with a fluid motion and caught the front of Cliffâs shirt in her hand. Her grip tightened, and she tugged, pulling him close enough to kiss. Her face was almost level with his, and her laughing blue eyes teased him boldly. Suddenly Cliff could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfumed hair and feel the lithe strength of her legs against his.
She said, âHow about one right now?â
She didnât wait to be kissed, but lifted her mouth up to his and caught his lips swiftly. She tasted crisp and warm, and when she slanted her mouth across his, Cliff felt his senses quicken. His blood was suddenly tingling everywhere, a tide of heat beating hard in all his nerve endings. Lizaâs tongue found his and played a mischievous game for a moment. Sensations Cliff had thought were long gone came bubbling up from a secret place deep inside, and surprised the hell out of him, all right. Standing there in a shaft of sunlight with the vibrant young body of Liza Baron pressed provocatively against him, Cliff felt his mind go blank. And his body come alive.
Then it was over. She loosened her grip on his shirt, leaned back and tilted her head to look him saucily in the eye. The lazy pleasure that shone in her gaze exactlymatched the expression on the face of the little devil that swung from her earlobe.
âSee?â she breathed. âA surprise can be very nice.â
Sometime in the past ten seconds, Cliffâs hands had found their way to her arms, and he held her very tightly. From between clenched teeth, he said, âYou take a lot of chances, donât you?â
âI like to feel good.â
âYou like playing with fire, I think. I wonder if youâve ever been burned?â
He couldnât stop himself. Her cocky smile, the tease in her eyes, the supple contour of her bodyâyes, all those things combined to trigger an inexplicable anger in Cliff. He found himself gripping Liza hard, pulling her close and kissing her with every ounce of pent-up energy inside himself.
With a sigh, she gave herself to him, abruptly relaxing in his arms. One of her knees eased between his two, and her hands crept slowly around Cliffâs neck as the kiss deepened into a hot and savory contact.
But Cliff didnât want her relaxed. He knew her game and intended to change the rules. Swiftly, he tightened his grip on Liza and forced her back against the car. She squirmed and choked on a protest. She clutched his shoulders for balance and then fought the kiss like a wildcat. Roughly, Cliff pushed her mouth open and ravaged her tongue with his own. He could feel her breast quiver against his chest, and her breath came in gasps.
Then he tasted blood.
At once, Cliff let her go. His stomach churned, and he found he was trembling as he stepped back.
Liza sat up on the car, hastily straightening her tiny dress where it had