Jill Shalvis - Her Sexiest Mistake

She stepped back in automatic defense, but he simply pulled her in anyway. "Is that elusive cuddle so terrifying? Really?"

"Is that why you asked us to stay with you?" she demanded.

"Well, all the possibilities did weigh in." He kissed her again, then straightened and smiled at her, and took away her breath. Her chest tightened, too, but she told herself that was just because her life suddenly seemed like it was a runaway train. She stared at him, then put her forehead to his chest. "God, you get to me."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he murmured, stroking a hand down her back. "I know things are changing fast right now. But work has been hard before."

"Not really. I've always loved it so much, it never felt hard. But now with my boss out for blood and Ted out for my accounts, I'm not exactly feeling the love."

"Kick their asses." His thumbs stroked her jaw when she smiled. "Next time anyone's in your face, remember it's not about them, it's about the actual work and how much you enjoy it. Next problem."

"Tess. She's lost her job and she's about to get her heart stomped, and I can't help her with any of it."

"She doesn't seem too worried. She's a big girl, Mia. And she's got it together."

Mia blew out a breath, unable to concentrate with his hands on her. "Yeah."

"Next."

"Hope."

"A great kid."

"But she's not mine. She doesn't belong here with me."

"That explains why she's braced for the other foot to fall."

"Meaning?"

"She's just waiting for you to send her back."

Mia sighed. "Sugar doesn't want her back yet. Damn it. I can't send her back knowing that."

"Because you know how it feels?"

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "No, it wasn't like that for me. My mom wanted me around, I just didn't want to be there. I couldn't stand to be there. Pretty rotten of me, huh?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Is it rotten of Mike to want to hear? Is it rotten of me to wish I'd been good enough to play pro basketball? Is it rotten of Tess to dream about her cookie company? Or Hope to want to be you?"

"She doesn't want to be like me."

"Look again."

"Damn it, I am not a good role model. I'm not like you. I don't want to fix people."

He went still. "Is that what you think I do?"

"It is what you do. And I meant it as a compliment."

"Next," he whispered.

"You." This admission passed by her inner editor, and she lifted her head.

His eyes seemed to be deep and full and very warm. "I didn't realize I factored."

"Oh, you factor."

"That is very good to know."

She saw the light of intent in his eyes as he leaned in, and as much as she wanted to lose herself in his kiss, she planted a hand on his chest. "I have no idea what I'm doing here. You know that, right? I'm on this merry-go-round, and I don't know how to get off."

"Just follow your heart."

Could it really be that easy? She decided she'd never know unless she tried. So she slid her hands into his hair and tugged his face down for a kiss. He humored her for a beat, then tried to pull free, but she touched her tongue to his and dragged a low groan from him as he pulled her close and let her deepen the kiss.

Only when they were both breathless did he step back, still holding one of her hands, which he trailed down her arm, linking her fingers with his. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Watching her over their fingers, he nodded. "You look better now. Less tense."

She felt her body humming. That kiss was far more potent than she'd expected. "I don't feel less tense."

"Yeah, you do." He ran a finger between her eyes, where there was usually a tight furrow. "You're not frowning. In fact, you're smiling at me. And your eyes are dreamy."

She leaned past him and looked at herself in the reflection of the side-view mirror of his bike. God. It was true.

He laughed. "Don't look so shocked."

She kept staring at herself. He hadn't mentioned the color of her cheeks and the almost giddy expression on her face. "Dessert," she decided.

"Sounds good."

What was good was him. She leaned against his body. "And then…" She pressed against his erection. "This."

"And then…?"

She sighed. "Look, about that whole cuddle thing…"

He laughed and slung an arm around her. "You might like it, you know."

Yeah. She did know.

Thanks to a certain night-owl teenager, Kevin and Mia's late-night rendezvous never materialized. Hope managed to stay up past Mia, who fell asleep in the queen bed with the teen next to her, rocking out to the iPod Tess had lent her.

Kevin stuck his head in to wave good night to Hope, smiling grimly to himself as he eyed the exhausted Mia. No doubt, she was going to wake up in the morning ready to kill Tess for giving Hope the iPod.

The next morning he found Mia with her head in his refrigerator, dressed to the hilt in some floaty sort of skirt that flirted with her legs and a top that played peekaboo with something lacy and made his blood race. She straightened, a scowl on her face.

"Nothing good magically appear?" he asked.

She whipped around, startled, and he realized it hadn't been the food making her frown, but her thoughts. "I'm late," she said in warning when he took a step toward her. She held up her hand to ward him off. "Very late."

"Just this then…" Pulling her close, the scent of her shampoo and sweet, soft woman tickling his nose, he kissed her.

She let out a low murmur and kissed him back until his eyes crossed. Lifting his head, he eyed the pantry door with half a mind to drag her in there.

"No," she laughed breathlessly and blew out a frustrated breath. Looking sexy as hell, she moved out of his arms and into the kitchen, calling for Hope to "hurry her tush up" and leaving him behind, hot and bothered.

Nothing new, he'd been hot and bothered since he'd met her.

***

That evening was a repeat performance, but at least the next morning Mia softened enough to give Kevin a longer kiss. She'd just pressed him back against the refrigerator to feel him up-and down- murmuring, "If she stays up late tonight, I'll kill her," when Mike and Hope walked in.

Mike arched a brow.

Hope just stared.

Recovering quickly, Mia tossed Kevin half her bagel and commanded Hope to hurry, as if they hadn't just been going at it against the refrigerator.

Kevin took much longer to recover. Like all day…

***

On the third morning, Mia was feeling desperate, and shoved Kevin into the bathroom. "This is a ridiculous," she whispered. "How do married people ever have sex once they have kids? I can't wait any longer." She lifted her skirt.

No panties.

With a rough groan, he reached for her, but Mike banged on the door.

Mia thunked her head back against the shower. "I'm going to cry," she whispered. "I mean it."

But a few minutes later, in the kitchen, she gave him a whole bagel. Toasted and jellied.

Progress.

"You made this for me?" Kevin murmured, surprised.

"Maybe I'm staking my claim." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him good-bye.

"Ew," Hope said, coming into the room, wrinkling her nose but looking secretly pleased. "Gross. Old people making out."

Old people wanting more than that, Kevin thought.

***

Late the next night, when Kevin had resigned himself to the fact that Mia was sabotaging their nights on purpose because she was freaked about "living" together, he heard someone in the hallway.

It was Mike, who smirked. Still not getting laid?

Kevin sighed.

Sucks for you, Mike signed, clearly dressed for going out.

Where are you off to?

To get what you can't.

With Tess?

Mike's smile fell, and he shook his head.

You saw her just last night. What happened?

During… an inopportune moment, Linda paged me. And then Shelly. They wanted me to go out with them.

Kevin shook his head. Demanding harem you have there.

Hey, I haven't seen any of them since I met Tess. But she doesn't know that.

And the calls look damning.

Mike nodded, a new expression on his face: shame. It happened last week, too. She read one of the texts. It said Come fuck me, big guy.

Ouch.

Mike let out an agreeing sound. She dumped me. She cried when she did it, too. Looking destroyed, he shrugged. So I guess I'm going out with the gang.

Why don't you stick around here instead? Kevin signed casually, trying to keep him from the need to go self-destruct. I can put in a movie-

Mike shook his head and brushed past him.

A moment later, the front door shut.

With a sigh, Kevin went to the kitchen, hoping his brother kept his brain turned on. He heard the pad of the bare feet a few seconds before Hope poked her head in. She wore a black T-shirt that fell to her knees and her hair in a ponytail. No makeup at all. She looked about twelve, and incredibly sweet. "Hey." He kicked out a chair. "You too old for milk and cookies?"

"Never."

He started to get up, but she waved him down and helped herself, serving him as well. He smiled and thanked her, and then waited.