Guarding His Heart. Synithia WilliamsЧитать онлайн книгу.
says I’m going to call you?” There was no heat in her voice, just a trace of flirtation.
Kevin’s grin widened. Oh hell yes. He definitely had a shot. “Who says you aren’t?”
She sipped her wine, licking her lips after pulling the glass away, and hit him with a look that was both flirty and don’t-get-ahead-of-yourself. She was interested but maybe still weighing her options. Cool, he didn’t have a problem with a woman who took her time to make a decision. If she had standards he needed to meet, then he would do whatever he needed in order to meet them.
Rafael clapped and got everyone’s attention before Jasmine could reply. Reluctantly, Kevin gave him his attention, too.
“Okay, folks, you know what time it is?” Rafael asked.
A collective, half-hearted groan combined with muffled laughter in the room. Kevin looked at Jasmine, who rolled her eyes and chuckled. She said at the same time as him and everyone else in the room: “Game time.”
Rafael loved playing games when he got people together. “You got that right,” he said cheerfully. “We’ll start with Cards Against Humanity.”
Jasmine raised her wineglass in a salute. “I love that game.”
Kevin tapped his chest. “Me, too.”
“We’re such horrible people.” She bit her lower lip and they both laughed.
Damn, he really liked her. The game’s tagline did say it was the card game for terrible people. Mostly because some of the questions and answers in the cards were so outrageous he wouldn’t dare play it around his mother or grandmother.
They joined the rest of Rafael’s guests who agreed to play. Jasmine had a sense of humor that matched his own.
After the card game, Rafael decided they’d all play Two Truths and a Lie. Each person told three stories and the rest of the room had to guess which story was the lie. Learning that Jasmine had skinny-dipped in her gym back in high school only added to the wild mystery of her.
After the games concluded, the crowd was even more relaxed and talkative. He and Jasmine stuck together as they mingled with Rafael’s mixture of artistic friends. They eventually broke away into their own conversations about art, music and movies before ending up in a corner on the balcony.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen The Princess Bride,” Jasmine said, shaking her head as if he were an enigma.
“Why would I ever see that movie?” he asked, unable to control his humor at her audacity.
“Because it’s a freaking classic, that’s why.” She slapped his chest. The low light of the balcony played on the muscles in her arms as she moved. He had discovered a tattoo. A small heart on the front of her shoulder that occasionally peaked out from the strap of her tank top in her enthusiasm.
He slid closer to her and ran his hand over the smooth stone of the balcony railing until his fingertips brushed hers. “The Blues Brothers is a classic. A princess movie is not.”
“You’re such a guy,” she said with mock disgust. She brushed her bangs away. “You could learn a lot about romance by watching a princess movie.” She took a sip from a bottle of water. His gaze dropped to her neck. So sleek and sexy. Even her shoulders were hot. Everything about her had his body on edge.
He slipped his hand over hers. The air thickened with the heat vibrating between them. “I know plenty about romance.”
She sucked in a breath and licked her lips. “What did The Blues Brothers teach you about romance?”
He tilted his head to the side and leaned in close to her. “Right now, the only thing I can think of is having a mission from God.”
She rolled her eyes but continued smiling. “What mission is that?”
He didn’t know if she recognized the quote from the movie or not, but right now, he felt like heaven was telling him to kiss this woman. “To do this.”
He covered her mouth with his.
His kiss was soft and gentle. But the power of his body was a constant vibration of energy beneath his skin. The promise of a passionate explosion simmered in the easy touch.
It was a player’s kiss. Sexy and teasing enough to make her want to lean in for more. The kind of kiss that brought fantasies of his lips caressing other parts of her body. He didn’t grope her or jerk her up against his body. Only his lips touched hers, and that made her yearn more than she had when she’d tried giving up coffee and potato chips cold turkey two years ago.
Then, as if he knew she was a second away from latching onto him the way she had the coffee and the bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips her sister brought to convince her to give up the madness, he eased back. Her eyelids were like weights as she slowly lifted them to meet his eyes.
The corner of his mouth was lifted cockily. His eyes held the intense focus of a hunter closing in on prey. Excitement and possession swirled in their depths. If she let herself, she’d agree to the affair he offered with just a look.
Except she had goals. Professional and personal ones. Her own exhibit. No relationship drama. No more getting caught up in the lies of a promised forever.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice was silky and mellow. Her thighs clenched with need.
Your exhibit. Remember your exhibit.
“Cabins,” she said.
He blinked several times. “Cabins?” He ran a hand over his lower lip. “Why are you thinking about cabins?”
Probably not the best lead-in after a fantastic kiss, but he needed to be brought down a notch or two. Kevin had thrown out the bait with that sexy-as-hell-but-not-quite-enough kiss, and she’d bitten. She could tell he was ready to lure her in, and oh, she wanted to be lured. Really, really wanted to be, but her life was about goals, not getting off.
“My next project. I want to document cabins.”
Kevin’s brow cocked. He still smiled but there was a definite dimming of the spark in his eye.
“I’m trying to focus on my next project,” she said. “You would distract me from that.”
“Ahh, now I get it.” He took half a step back. Just out of her reach. She ran her hands over her pant legs to stop herself from reaching out.
He leaned an elbow on the balcony. Nailed her with his full attention. “Tell me about your project.”
He couldn’t be serious? Could he? She hadn’t said that to make him run, but she hadn’t expected him to ask for more information. “Why?”
“Obviously, your project is important enough to distract you from what I thought was a damn good kiss.” He raised a brow in question.
She nodded, willing to concede to the truth. “The kiss was very good.”
“Yet you thought of cabins. I want to know about the project.”
“Seriously?” She’d expected some sly comment about him not being a distraction, or that they could just have a little fun before she moved on. Instead he’d asked for more information. Kevin was making it hard for her to not leave New York with a bang.
He waved a hand for her to continue. “Seriously. I’d like to get to know you.”
Jasmine eyed him and tried to tell if he was full of crap. He watched her expectantly. Eyes focused. The seductive up-tilt of his mouth was still there. Still tempting.
Fine. If he wanted to know, she’d tell him. If he thought her idea was dumb, then she’d save a lot of time trying to figure out