Dirty Sexy Sinner by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

physique more than his suit from the prior week had—he had a body made for pleasuring a woman, and she had no doubt he’d leave her thoroughly satisfied, in every way. And she wouldn’t mind returning the favor, making sure she had the opportunity to explore his hard, hot body, too—with her fingers, her lips, her tongue.
    Yeah, she wanted all that. Wanted him .
    Now that she’d made the decision to go for it—or rather, go for Jackson—a thrilling anticipation took up residence in her, one she embraced because it felt like forever since her body had been this attuned to a man.
    She didn’t fool herself into believing that she was the type of woman who’d fit into the affluent life he’d created for himself on a long-term basis—not that she was looking for that kind of commitment. She was hardly cultured or sophisticated, and her past drug addiction and overdose were like a scarlet letter on her chest, but she could at least enjoy Jackson for a while. Too many years had passed her by since she’d done something for herself, for no other reason than she wanted, needed , to feel desired again.
    Tara smiled at the woman staring back at her as a sudden flutter of nerves swirled in her belly. God, she hoped she hadn’t forgotten how to seduce a man. She was so out of practice, abysmally so, but if she didn’t make some kind of attempt, the opportunity might pass her by, and she didn’t want to look back and have regrets and wish she’d taken that chance.
    She wanted to take a chance with Jackson. Sexually speaking, that was. Nothing complicated. Just sex for the sake of pleasure. This gorgeous guy who’d already admitted he wanted to do dirty, bad things to her was the perfect man to end her six-year drought.
    Bolstering her courage, she walked back out of the restroom. Jackson was leaning against the table they’d eaten their donuts at, waiting for her return. She took a moment to appreciate the way the soft fabric of his T-shirt stretched across his well-defined chest and how the short sleeves hugged his strong biceps. His fingers were tucked into the front pockets of his jeans, drawing her gaze to the way the denim molded to the soft bulge beneath the zipper. His legs were crossed casually at the ankles, and when she finally traversed her way back up to his handsome face that was dusted with just the right amount of sexy stubble, one of his dark eyebrows was raised and a wicked smile tugged at his mouth.
    Heat and awareness thrummed through her. She ought to be embarrassed at getting caught but decided that shying away from their physical connection wouldn’t get her anywhere. So, she lifted an eyebrow of her own in a shameless challenge as she approached him.
    “Were you just checking me out?” His voice was a low, rumbling tease.
    She laughed lightly and played along. Flirtatious ribbing she could do. “You stared at my ass back at the bar, so fair is fair.”
    “Just for the sake of honesty and full disclosure, I’ve stared at your enticing ass a whole lot,” he admitted as he pushed away from the table and guided her toward the door with one hand at the base of her spine. Then he leaned in close and added oh so sinfully, “Thought about smacking it a few times, too.”
    Her breath caught when he subtly caressed his large palm over the curve of her bottom, and for a brief second, she wondered if he was going to follow through on his admission—and oh, God, the thought had her quivering in anticipation—but instead his hand fell away as he opened the door for her.
    As she walked past him with a murmured “thank you,” she looked up and caught his gaze. The twinkle in his dark, chocolate-brown eyes conveyed a distinct message there was no misinterpreting: two can play your game .
    Oh, he was definitely having fun toying with her, and the fact that they were on the same page when it came to their attraction only solidified her confidence. Made her feel naughty and sexy and just a little bit