The Guy Next Door by Lori Foster

different.”
    She shook her head in denial and backed up out of the doorway as he approached. “I’m not.”
    He wrapped a hand around her nape to keep her from retreating more. Her hair, all curly and cool, lay against the back of his hand. A flush heated her skin, amplifying her unique scent. He breathed her in and felt himself stir.
    Looking at her mouth, he said, “You are very different.”
    “How so?”
    He coasted his thumb along the column of her throat, over a rapidly tripping pulse. “I’ve never before finagled an invite to join a woman on her vacation.” Knowing he had coerced her nettled him. If she’d had her way, she’d be in her own apartment right now, packed and ready to leave first thing in the morning—without him.
    Natalie made a rude sound. “I bet it’s usually the women who are trying to finagle more time with you.”
    Jett smiled. He got his fair share of play, but other women had rejected him. It had never bothered him that much, because none of them mattered the way Natalie did.
    “There, you see? That proves my point of you being different, because you wanted to go off without me.” After a soft, deep kiss, he released her and started them both toward the kitchen.
    “I didn’t,” she admitted. “Not really.”
    His guts clenched, but he kept things light. “Could have fooled me.” Hell, she’d fought him tooth and nail at first.
    “Truth is, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
    Jett shook his head. Yeah, his family would love her. “Lady, you don’t know your own appeal.”
    Licking her lips, she measured her words carefully. “I do in bed.” Her cheeks reddened and she stammered, “I mean, we seem to really click there.”
    “Click?” His mouth twisted. “That’s such a cold, unemotional word for how we burn up the sheets.”
    Her chin lifted. “Well, I’m not as good at verbal sparring as you are. But you know what I mean.”
    “Yeah, I do. You thought I wanted the convenience of regular sex with no other attachments.” Only on rare occasions had he ever had the urge to introduce a woman to his family. It usually involved unavoidable social functions like the marriage of a relative or a holiday party. He always kept things simple, and his family knew not to make too much of it. But a vacation?
    Jett had a feeling that his siblings would take one look at Natalie and know she had thrown him for a loop.
    “Does your family know…” She gestured lamely. “You know, that we…how we…”
    “That you use me for booty calls?”
    Her face flamed. “Have you felt used?”
    “Wonderfully so, yeah.” Trying to hide his smile, Jett held out her chair, but she glared at him, making him laugh. “Come on, Natalie, do you really think I’d deliberately do or say anything to make you uncomfortable?”
    Grudgingly, she conceded the point. “I guess not.”
    “Your vote of confidence warms my heart.” After she’d taken her seat, he went to his own. The dog went under the table and rested across his foot.
    It occurred to him that Natalie might not know howfamily stuff worked. “My sisters and I are close, but my private life is off-limits. All joking aside, what you and I share is definitely private.”
    Avoiding what he’d said, Natalie picked up her pizza and asked, “Will you tell me about them?”
    “Sure.” Maybe because her own family was so broken, she couldn’t quite conceive of his. He was proud of them all and didn’t mind sharing. “Connie’s thirty, married, with a four-year-old daughter. Heidi’s twenty-eight, a legal secretary, married with two daughters, a one-year-old and a three-year-old. And Betts, only a year younger than you, is a nurse, still single and no kids yet. The brothers-in-law are nice, hard-working guys, and they love my sisters.” He shrugged. “Everyone has their differences on occasion, but never anything major.”
    “There are a lot of girls in your family.”
    “There’s an understatement.” It accounted for