The figure at the end of the hall turned to face her, the flickering lights revealing half of his features as he moved toward her. Terror spiked through Felicity, and she swallowed down a wave of panic. Her feet and legs refused to move in sync, and she fell flat on her backside, backpack flying and cell phone smacking the hard carpet."Princess? What are you doing on the floor?"Jared. Thank God, it was Jared. She sucked in a breath as her lungs expanded again. It was Jared."What are you doing here?" she growled as she scrambled to her feet and then went to pick up her phone and backpack."Lunch." He held up the flat box he'd been holding with one hand and her gym bag in his other hand. She hadn't noticed it in her terror."Gino's Pizza?" She licked her lips. Best pizza in the city. She'd only had it once. They didn't deliver to her place because it was too far away."You okay? I didn't mean to scare you.""I'm fine. It's just that a neighbor got assaulted and robbed last week
Licking her lips, she ignored the little rush of nervousness as she gave him back the glass. His fingers curled around the glass, brushing hers. He walked into her kitchen and set the glass in her sink and then turned around to look at her, leaning back on the counter, elbows propped on the edge."So, you still up for Sargent?" he asked.Felicity picked up the bag of ice from the floor and stood. "Yeah, I think so. Looking at art will make my headache go away."One of his brows lifted, doubt shadowing his lips in a faint frown."I promise. I'm fine."He pushed away from the counter and walked over to her. "Okay, princess. Art it is." He took the ice bag from her and then tossed it in the sink."Thanks for everything." She meant it. The man had taken care of her. She'd always taken care of herself and sometimes, to a small extent, her parents. They'd all had to work hard, and she knew she couldn't ask her parents to support her when they had it rough."You seem surprised." Jared'
Art was stimulating. Who knew? Jared hid a smile as he approached the next portrait. Watching Felicity take in the exhibit was fascinating. He had never really given art much thought before. Now he was appreciating each painting and Felicity's reactions. She was almost quivering with excitement, her eyes bright and her lips slightly parted. Like a woman on the verge of climax.He swallowed a groan as his body responded to the mental image his thoughts created. Jared shook his head, trying to get rid of all thoughts of Felicity in bed beneath him.This is just a day off with a nice girl. Nothing more.It couldn't be anything more. He had no time for dating. Come Monday it was back to real life, back to his office and the mountain of work he always had. His father's voice, a cool reminder of his failures, echoed inside his head. "Don't work so much that one day you wake up and can't recognize yourself in the mirror."But his father had already earned his way in the world. Jared had o
They entered the Italian Village, and Felicity hesitated at the crush of people just inside the door. Tourists flooded the stairway, but Jared kept walking up the stairs, ignoring the line. At the reception desk he smiled at the girl holding the menus and taking names."Maria, tell Angelo that Jared Redmond wants double his usual order to go."Maria, a curvy caramel-skinned girl, winked and trotted off toward the kitchen."Angelo?" Felicity asked."A buddy of mine. We both went to University of Nebraska. He got into the Culinary Institute of America before moving here, and I went off to Creighton for law. We kept in touch.""Redmond! Tu cane! Non hai detto che saresti dovuto venire da stasera!" A booming masculine voice reverberated around them as a handsome man, definitely Italian, strode toward them from a swinging door that led back to the kitchen. Dressed in a white double-breasted jacket and black pants, the man, Angelo, removed his white toque hat and tucked it under one ar
As they reached Jared's luxurious apartment building, he took the bag of food from her and they headed inside. It never failed to amaze her how beautiful the building was. It was one of those old hotels whose exterior was art deco, but inside everything was sleek and modern with leather couches, subtle d¨¦cor, and glittering chandeliers."Do you suppose Layla and your brother are still" She didn't finish."Probably. If he's anything like me, he can go for hours."She sucked in a breath and stumbled. With a low laugh, he wrapped an arm around her, catching her before she face-planted on the nice marble floor of the lobby. What was it about this man that made her lose all control of her body? She was not a klutz. Luckily it was dark enough outside that he wouldn't see the blush burning a path across her face.Can go for hours. Her mouth dried up, and her tongue scraped like sandpaper as she licked her lips. As a virgin, she should have been terrified at the idea of hours in bed with
"You looked good in my clothes. I wouldn't mind loaning them out again. And with all the hotels I visit, I always leave my brushes behind, so I keep a bunch of new unopened packages of them in the drawer to the left of the sink. You are welcome to one."He effectively destroyed any argument she would have had, and finally she had to concede with a nod."Okay, I'll stay."He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching, and his head dipped a few inches as though he was going to kiss her.Please, please kiss me. Her silent prayer went unanswered. Instead, he swept the pad of his thumb over her lips, as though trying to memorize their shape and feel.The man was going to kill her. All these near-kisses and nokisses. If she didn't get control of herself, she was going to grab him and kiss him herself."Good. Let's change, and then we'll get a movie going."Ten minutes later, Felicity was sitting on one end of the couch in the center of the L-shape, wearing Jared's black boxers
Heat. Searing kisses. The melding of bodies and the twining of limbs Felicity moaned and shifted in bed. A sharp ache grew inside her, filling her with desperation."Jared!" Her own gasp woke her up.She jerked and blinked several times as she realized where she was. In Jared's bed. Again. Only this time she was alone. Was he on the couch where he said he'd be? For some reason, she hoped he hadn't kept his promise. Being in bed with him, surrounded by his warmth and strength, was better than feeling alone in bed. Chivalry be damned. After what had happened between them last night, he should have stayed here with her.The mere memory of last night had her blushing and burying her face in her hands with a little sigh. She'd come apart in his arms. But he hadn'tthey'd still been fully clothed. Mortification churned her stomach and made her hands shake. This was just what she needed, to show an older guy how much of a virgin she was, that she couldn't even wait before theyWith a lit
Jared felt like singing. He wanted to belt out songs in the shower, but he wisely resisted the urge. Felicity was still asleep in his bed, and it might wake her up. He didn't want that. The pleasure of waking her up was something he wanted to do himself. As he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, he whistled softly.It was an irresistible temptation to go to his bed, climb in, and curl his body around hers. The passion simmering inside him demanded action, preferably through breathless kisses and slow, teasing caresses. Last night with her had been mind-blowing. Jared had had sex before, lots of sex, with a fair amount of women, but nothing compared to what he'd done with Felicity last night. He hadn't even gotten off, and it hadn't mattered. Only her pleasure had.He'd held her for an hour on the couch, making sure she was deeply asleep when he finally lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. The promise to stay on the couch had seemed irrelevant by