Chapter 120

“Yeah?”

For a tipsy guy he was quick. His eyes were clearing, filling with a look she knows so well.

His fingers were rubbing the nubs through the slippery material.

“I’m listening..”

This man was just incorrigible! How in the hell was she suppose to keep a conversation while he was tracing fire through her nipples to the rest of her body?! Heaven help her!

Grabbing his hands, she pushed him away, to no avail. For a tipsy man he was quite steady on his feet as well!

“No! Jon stop dammit! “

The look in her eyes stopped him dead in his tracks, his hands falling to his sides.

“Jason called to tell me he is bringing Blaze over on Monday.”

“That’s good news.” The answer didn’t match the disinterest in his voice.

His eyes slid lower.

“Before you stormed out the door. I wanted to ask you what your parents would like to eat. Seeing as you weren’t here I used my own initiative.”

“Uhuh…I have a question for you.”

Did he even hear what she was telling him? Men!!

Cocking her head to one side she waited.

“Have you ever made love in a kitchen?”

“EXCUSE ME?”

He didn’t just ask her that?!

“I asked…” His thumb was tracing her jawline, sending shivers down her spine.

“if you ever made love…”

“Ok …Ok…I know what you said. Whats wrong with you?”

“Ooooh nothin’….just wondering.” His hair lay untamed on his head, his shirt displaying waaaaay to much fur for her peace of mind.

Slipping from him she put some distance between them.

“I think it’s the alcohol talking. I think you need a bed.”

“Yeah with you under me…..” his heated teasing and desire burning in his eyes were messing with her mind.

She turned her back on him, couldn’t stand to watch sex dripping from him.

“I’m going to make you some coffee and then I’ going to bed. ALONE.”

He didn’t answer. The hair in her neck stood up. He moved as silently as a panther and she jumped when she felt his breath on her neck.

Oh Lord!

Her body was betraying her so badly at that moment. She felt his fingers taking her ponytail in his hand, slipping the elastic from it, the curls cascaded down her back.

“I love your hair like this.”

His nose was buried in it, sniffing appreciatively.

“Jon…here’s your coffee. Goodnight.”

She slipped from his fingers, leaving a gaping Jon to stare after her. Just before she disappeared she turned around.

“By the way. I’ve made love before in a kitchen. I don’t know what’s more upsetting. The fact that I was stupid enough to ever make love with you or that you couldn’t even remember making love to me in a kitchen.”

She turned and was gone.

Gaping at her , he just stood there.