Just His Taste by Candice Gilmer

affect her like before. She could still feel it, but it wasn’t the hard, overwhelming whoosh of magic like initially.
    He nodded. “Right.” He shook his head. “About that…Saturday.”
    Ava raised her hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
    â€œI would have called you, but—”
    â€œI didn’t give you my number,” Ava said. “It’s not a big thing. Really. Sweep it under the rug.”
    â€œI don’t want you thinking I’m that kind of asshole.”
    She smiled. “I didn’t. I had my own stuff going on. It’s probably good you didn’t call me.”
    Understatement of the year, but hey…
    He smiled as he sipped on his coffee. Then he glanced at his watch. “Actually, I have to go here in a minute, to follow a lead.”
    â€œOh, like a stakeout? Are you going to sit in your car and spy with binoculars?”
    Jason smirked. “Possibly. And I might go in too.”
    â€œDressed like that?”
    Jason glanced at himself. “Good point. What if I lose the tie?”
    â€œNot enough.”
    Ava reached across the table and took his hand. “Come on.”
    Jason raised his eyebrow. “Where are we going?”
    â€œTrust me.”

Chapter Fifteen
    The bathroom was small, tight, and didn’t have room for what they were doing.
    Holy shit, Jason thought.
    He couldn’t take his eyes off Ava as she pulled off her big sweatshirt. As it rose, it revealed a bit of skin and the bottom of a tank top that hugged her stomach like a glove.
    Jason felt his pants tighten as he stared at that tiny sliver of exposed skin. Was it as hot as the red dress she’d been wearing at the wedding? Yes. No. Maybe. Didn’t matter. It was fucking hot as hell watching her undress.
    And she didn’t seem to care that he was looking, either. She shucked the sweatshirt, and the little tank left very little to the imagination, including her lack of bra.
    â€œHere,” she said, pushing the sweatshirt into his hands.
    â€œUh.” He didn’t know if the shirt would fit. And he couldn’t quite take his eyes off her boobs.
    â€œOver your shirt,” Ava said, grabbing his tux jacket.
    Jason nodded, feeling like an idiot as he put it on. While he did, Ava slipped on his tux jacket and rolled up the sleeves.
    â€œThere, that’s better,” she said. “Well, except for that.” She reached around his neck, and this time when Jason smelled her perfume, it about did him in. He made himself stand perfectly still as she undid the bow tie and adjusted his collar.
    Her arms were around his neck. It wouldn’t take anything to pull her against him, to feel her lips again. Those breasts crushed against his chest.
    Shove her against the wall—take her right there in the coffee-shop bathroom.
    Damn. This was how he was supposed to feel. He should feel overwhelmed with need. Want to jump her bones.
    Her eyes met his, and for a second he wanted to act on those impulses.
    Ava stumbled, and his hands wrapped around her, holding her up.
    â€œSorry,” she said.
    â€œIt’s okay.”
    And if he was going to kiss her, now was the—
    She pulled out of his arms, the bow tie dangling from her fingers. She turned and glanced at herself in the mirror. The tux jacket’s strong shoulders stuck out too far from hers, making her look like a mini-linebacker. It didn’t matter that she probably towered close to six foot—or maybe it was her heels.
    Had she had those on when they came in here?
    She must have. She unfastened her hair and used the tie like a thin scarf, and fluffed her hair over it.
    â€œVoilà,” she said, gesturing to the mirror.
    They almost looked like a couple. The dark-gray sweatshirt played down his black pants, and his jacket dressed her up just a little more.
    â€œImpressive,” Jason said. “Good thing you had that sweatshirt on.”
    She shrugged.