Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest 1)

She blinked, looking into his eyes. “Did you and Lauren have that understanding?” she asked.

As he threaded his fingers through her hair, he could honestly say, “No. Lauren and I were an occasional, when-it-was-convenient thing.”

“And what about me? Am I just…scratching an itch?”

God, he was an ass.

“No, you are most definitely not just scratching an itch.” He shifted his hips, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Now that we’ve got that settled, can we get on with our night?” He’d more than satisfied her curiosity, and she liked his answers.

She smiled. “I’d like that. Very much.”

Cara’s body hummed with sexual need as Mike held out his hand. One last glance out the big window overlooking the city showed her that the light flurries the weatherman had predicted had turned into more of a full-blown storm, and they might not get back to Serendipity tonight. She wondered if she cared.

She should. So many red flags had been waved in her face today, she knew she ought to heed them. From the day Mike left Serendipity when everyone knew he couldn’t get away from Tiffany’s expectations fast enough, to the present, the warning signs w

ere clear. He had affairs with no emotional connection. He’d failed to warn her she’d be meeting a woman he’d slept with. He kept the lease on his apartment, though he had no idea how long he’d be in Serendipity. All were signs that he was a restless man who moved through life without thought to how his actions affected the people who cared about him. She knew better than to think he didn’t care in return. He just didn’t know how to deal with relationships.

If he’d said Lauren meant something to him or that Cara was just a quick fling, she’d have been gone in an instant. But in her gut, the same gut she trusted to keep her alive on the job, she knew he wasn’t feeding her a line to get her into bed.

Cara got it. She knew who he was and desired him anyway. Which meant she had to accept him. As is.

So here she was in his bedroom. In her jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt, she was nothing like the glamorous woman he could have had. Yet he devoured her with an expression that told her he wanted to pounce.

“Changing your mind?” Mike asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. He still held out a hand, waiting.

A grin tipped the edges of her mouth. “Not a chance.”

In an instant the energy around her changed. First she’d anticipated. Now she was awash in sensation. Mike met and held her gaze, every step he took deliberate and calculated.

“Clothes off.” His eyes gleamed with desire aimed solely at her, and every fiber of her being tingled.

“Yours too.” She wasn’t letting him call the shots like he had the first time. She wanted to be an equal participant in this, someone he’d never forget.

He pulled off his shirt.

Never breaking eye contact, she did the same. While she couldn’t tear her gaze from his muscled body, he stared at her chest and the lace bra, which was a lot sexier than her clothing choice had been. Thank God. His pants followed and he took his boxer briefs off with them, exposing his thick erection for her viewing pleasure.

She licked her lips and was happy with the low growl she received in response. She wriggled out of her jeans, removing her panties along with them until only her bra remained. And when she stood to face him, she found he’d stepped closer, his body heat tempting her to crawl into his skin.

Meeting her gaze, he cupped the back of her head in his hand. “I don’t know what it is you do to me, but trust me, Cara, this is much more than scratching some itch.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw, and she knew the admission cost him. But she wouldn’t make him suffer for it. Instead she leaned into him, inhaling his sexy, masculine scent.

“I’m done talking,” she said, and ran her tongue along his hair-roughened chest, eliciting a low groan.

He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, leaning over her, skin touching skin as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. She braced herself for his next assault, figuring he’d take things hard and fast, but as usual, Mike never did what she expected.

He leaned in for a kiss that was slow and beautiful in its intensity, shattering her expectations and everything she’d anticipated from this affair. He kissed her as if it meant not just something but everything. And he kissed her as if he could do it all night and to hell with the sex she knew would come.

There wasn’t a part of her mouth left untouched, and every lick and nibble, taste and thrust of his tongue inflamed the already burning fire between them. Cara was coming out of her skin, every exposed body part needing something more. But the further she writhed beneath him, the harder he held her down in one place, pressing into her with his taut, hard body.

The man did like his control, she thought, twisting her hips against him in search of relief.

“You know, the harder you try, the longer I’m going to make you wait,” he said, his voice edged with a gruff tone that turned her on.

She grinned. “And you know you’re a pain in the—”