Can't Buy My Love Read Online Free

swig himself. I watched the muscles work in his tan neck. “I haven’t decided what to do with the house yet.”
    Ah. Meaning if I did decide to sleep with him in the next twenty-four hours, it could be just a fling.
    Did it matter? Would I want to be serious with him?
    “But the restaurant is still open. Who’s been running it since your grandpa passed away?”
    “I just got back in town last week and have been juggling things. I have the old assistant manager keeping things under control, but he’s moving to Florida.”
    “Oh yeah, Chuck. I heard his daughter just gave birth and he wants to be closer.”
    “Yeah, I can understand that.”
    My thoughts turned to something else that had been pricking at my brain. “Why would you pay one thousand dollars for me, Josh? That’s a lot of money.” I lifted my gaze and gave him a skeptical look.
    “Because you deserved that much.”
    Oh God, I practically melted into a puddle at his words. They were utterly swoon-worthy. And because I knew I was smiling like a complete idiot, I said in my most prim voice, “Well, I should warn you, just because you paid that much, doesn’t automatically mean you get to sleep with me.”
    “Are you going to turn me down? Because you should remember how much I love a challenge.” He set his beer down and a tremor shot through me.
    “I remember.”
    “Besides—” he started walking toward me and I backed up until my butt hit the counter. His arms settled on each side of my body, boxing me in, “—with that kiss in the front yard, it seemed a lot like a green light.”
    My pulse sped up and my nipples hardened again. “That kiss was just for fun. Sex is…”
    “Fun too.” He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. My knees went weak and the flesh between my legs dampened. I set my beer down because I knew I was going to drop it otherwise.
    “In fact you know what?” He slipped his leather jacket off me and let it fall to the floor, then kissed my bare shoulder.
    I took an unsteady breath. “W-what?”
    He kissed up my neck, to just below my ear. “I’ll bet if I slipped my hand in your panties you’d be nice and wet for me.”
    His words sent shock and flames of fire through my body, and I groaned as he caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, biting gently before stroking his tongue over it.
    “That’s beyond crude.” My words were husky. Dammit, why couldn’t I sound angry?
    “So am I.” He moved one of his hands to my thigh, pushing my dress slowly upward. “So tell me to stop.”
    Do it! Push him away. But the rational side of my brain was getting its ass kicked by the kinky side. I spread my legs, already anticipating the brush of his fingers over my aching flesh.
    He lifted the dress above my waist, and I could feel the rush of air against my silk panties.
    “Very nice. I never would have guessed you’d grow up to be a black thong type of girl.”
    I could have pointed out that this was my only black thong, and the rest of my underwear drawer consisted of things like granny panties with polka dots on them, but it was so much sexier this way. I made a mental note to do some shopping after this weekend.
    “Well, I’m just full of surprises. So why don’t you try and find them all.” God, where had I learned to flirt like this? My voice even sounded sultry.
    “Well, since you offered.” He held my gaze while slowly trailing his fingers to the swollen center between my thighs. “Mmm, you are wet. And hot.”
    My breath hitched as he pushed a finger, still covered by my panties, inside me. His thumb moved up to rub over my clit and a low groan escaped from my throat. Oh God, that felt good.
    “Do you like being licked down here?” He lowered his head and ran his tongue over my bottom lip, then lifted his mouth from mine a fraction. “Having your clit sucked?”
    My heart thudded heavily in my breast, my panties damp now.
    “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or do I?” He grinned and