Jealous And Freakn' by Eve Langlais

let me serve you.”
    “I still can’t believe you cook,” she said with a smile.
    “I do. Both in and out of the bedroom.” He winked mischievously.
    She dropped to one knee. “Marry me.”
    For the second time since she’d met him, Alejandro appeared lost for words. “Brat.” He pulled her up from the floor and gave her a swat on the ass as he pushed her in the direction of the stairs. “Go change into something comfy while I check on things.”
    She needed a moment to freshen up, brush her helmet crushed hair, and wash her face, trying to cool her ardor. It didn’t work, and actually got worst when she caught sight of him bustling around her kitchen. Talk about an all over tingle. Even just doing mundane things, the man made her body ache as if he’d spent hours on foreplay.
    “How was your afternoon?” he asked, flashing her a white grin as he served up heaping portions of pasta and garlic bread.
    “Boring. Although I did talk to Naomi.” And she told me, in not so many words , that I should jump your naked body until you concede you’re mine. The idea had merit. Not that she said it aloud.
    “Mmm,” he replied around a mouthful of food.
    “She says Mitchell is spinning and that we need to go out dancing tonight.” A part of her found it uncomfortable to even talk about Mitchell, despite their agreed upon plan. Naomi’s suggestion she seduce Alejandro, and her own revelation about her feelings toward him gave her a sense of dishonesty. Like I’m cheating on him. He didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. Of course he doesn’t, because he’s just acting. As for the flirting when Mitchell’s not around, I’d say that comes to him as natural as breathing.
    “Fantastic. You’ll be delighted to know I am a fabulous dancer.”
    “I’m not,” she grumbled. “This is one chubby girl who has no rhythm.”
    “First of all, you are not chubby. Deliciously curvy, yes,” he said, tossing her a smoldering look. “Making me blue-balled with desire, definitely. Anytime you want me to prove how beautiful I find you, just let me know. My tongue is always ready for a workout.”
    “Pig,” she muttered, trying hard not to blush. She’d not said it looking for a compliment, but holy freakn’ hell, his answer went beyond making her feel good right into I-just-about-came.
    “I’m a cat, my little wolf, and one who wouldn’t mind licking every inch of you. Now that we’ve cleared up the fact you are the hottest thing in this town, let’s discuss the dancing. If we are going to a techno club, then just leave it to me. I am an expert dancer probably because it’s a lot like sex. You match your partner’s rhythm and let your body move in time to theirs. I have a feeling you’ll do just fine.”
    “And who says I’m good at sex?” She smirked.
    A slow wink made her squirm. “A man knows.”
    “Oh, really? And what if I said you were wrong?”
    “Is that an invitation?” He stood and moved toward her.
    Flee the promise in his eyes or stay and enjoy it? Screw waiting for him to reach her, she stood and grabbed his shirt, pulling him against her.
    “Feisty little thing,” he murmured. “I like it.” Bending his head, his hands on her waist pulled her up on tiptoe so he could kiss her. Back and forth, he rubbed his mouth against hers, sensual, silky touches that made her pant and clutch the fabric of his shirt, drawing him closer to her.
    “Stop teasing,” she growled, nipping at his lip.
    The soft chuckle that emerged from him tickled her mouth. “But it’s what I do best, baby. Now, tempting as I find you, we have to get ready to go out.” He pulled back from her.
    Incredulity made her stare at him. Seriously? He gave her a panty-wetting tease of a kiss then walked away? “I’m going to have a shower,” she growled, stalking away from him. “Thank God I have a detachable massaging showerhead,” she tossed over her shoulder.
    Half a second, that’s all it took for him to push her up