It was Dare who chuckled. "Well, ahh, it"s like this, Thorn," he said throwing a card out. "You aren"t the friendliest person toward her, but we all know the reason why, even if you refuse to acknowledge it."
Glancing around the room to make sure Tara hadn"t come back downstairs, Dare continued. "The plain and simple fact is that you have a bad case of the hots for her and it"s been going on now for almost two solid years. And as far as I"m concerned, you need to do something about it or learn to live with it. And if you choose to live with it, then please adjust your att.i.tude so the four of us can live with you."
Thorn glared at Dare. "I don"t need an att.i.tude adjustment."
"The h.e.l.l you don"t. Face it, Thorn. You"re not like the rest of us. Storm, Chase, Stone and I can go a long time without a woman and it doesn"t bother us. But if you go without one for too long, it makes you hornier than sin, which for you equates to being meaner than h.e.l.l. And it seems that you"re deliberately holding out while deciding what to do about Tara, and it"s making you worse than ever. Don"t you think that in two years you should have made some decisions?"
Thorn"s intense dark eyes held his brothers"; they were all watching him like hawks, waiting for his response. "I have have made decisions regarding what I"m going to do about Tara," he said slowly, seeing the looks of comprehension slowly unfolding in their eyes. made decisions regarding what I"m going to do about Tara," he said slowly, seeing the looks of comprehension slowly unfolding in their eyes.
"About d.a.m.n time you stop backing away from the inevitable," Storm said, smiling broadly. "I knew you would come to your senses sooner or later."
"Uh, I hate to be the voice of reason at a time like this," Chase said grinning. "But I"d think twice about whatever decisions you"ve made about Tara without her consent, Thorn. She"s quite a handful. I"ve seen her rebellious side and bringing her around won"t be easy. Personally, I don"t think you can handle her."
"Neither do I," Stone chimed in.
Thorn"s face darkened as he gazed at all of them. "I can handle Tara."
"Don"t be so sure about that," Stone said smiling. "Her first impression of you wasn"t a good one, and I don"t think she likes you much, which means you"ll definitely have your hands full trying to win her over. I"m not so sure you"re up for the challenge."
"I bet you any amount of money that he is," Storm said grinning. "Thorn can do anything he wants to do, including taming Tara."
"Don"t hold your breath for that to happen," Chase said chuckling. "Have you ever really noticed the two of them around each other? They"re both stubborn and strong-willed. I say he can"t hang."
"Okay you guys, pull back," Storm said, slowly stroking his chin. "Thorn"s a smart man who plans his strategies well. h.e.l.l, look how he has trained for those races he"s won. If he goes after Tara with the same determination, then there won"t be anything to it. Therefore, I say taming Tara will be a piece of cake for Thorn."
"No, it won"t," Chase said chuckling. "In fact, I"ll be willing to bet a case of Jack Daniels that it won"t."
"And I bet you a new set of tools that it won"t be, too," Stone added shaking his head with a grin.
"And I bet you a day"s wage and work for no pay in your restaurant as a waiter that it will, Chase. And I also bet you that same set of tools that it will, Stone. Thorn can handle any challenge he faces," Storm said, with confidence in his voice as he gathered up everyone"s cards to start a new game.
Thorn had been sitting back listening to his brothers make their bets. He looked over at Dare who just shrugged his shoulders. "Making those kinds of bets aren"t legal, and since as a sheriff I"m duty-bound to uphold the law, I"ll pa.s.s," he said jokingly. "However, if I were were a betting man, I"d say you a betting man, I"d say you could could pull it off, but it wouldn"t be as easy as Storm thinks. Calendar or no calendar, Tara"s not going to let you just waltz in and sweep her off her feet. You"ll have to set yourself up on a mission," he said, grinning, as he remembered the tactic he"d used to win the heart of the woman he"d loved. "Then you can"t play fair," he added, thinking of the technique his brother-in-law, Prince Jamal Ari Yasir, had used to woo their baby sister, Delaney. pull it off, but it wouldn"t be as easy as Storm thinks. Calendar or no calendar, Tara"s not going to let you just waltz in and sweep her off her feet. You"ll have to set yourself up on a mission," he said, grinning, as he remembered the tactic he"d used to win the heart of the woman he"d loved. "Then you can"t play fair," he added, thinking of the technique his brother-in-law, Prince Jamal Ari Yasir, had used to woo their baby sister, Delaney.
Thorn nodded. Set myself up on a mission and then play unfair. Set myself up on a mission and then play unfair. He could handle that. He"d put his plans into action later tonight when everyone left. Tara wouldn"t know what had hit her until it was too late. He could handle that. He"d put his plans into action later tonight when everyone left. Tara wouldn"t know what had hit her until it was too late.
Way too late.
Three.
T ara"s heart, beating twice as fast as it should have, slammed against her rib cage when, after the card game was over, it became obvious that, unlike his brothers, Thorn had no intentions of leaving. ara"s heart, beating twice as fast as it should have, slammed against her rib cage when, after the card game was over, it became obvious that, unlike his brothers, Thorn had no intentions of leaving.
She closed the door and turned to him. The air in the room suddenly seemed charged. "Aren"t you leaving?" she asked, as she leaned against the closed door.
"No. I think we need to talk."
Tara inhaled deeply, wondering what he thought they needed to discuss. While upstairs in her bedroom she had managed to get her thoughts and her aroused senses under control after convincing herself that her earlier reaction to Thorn had been expected. After all, from the first she had been physically attracted to him and memories of the kiss they had shared a few months back hadn"t helped matters. Then there was the way he always looked at her with that penetrating gaze of his. After thinking things through logically, she felt confident that the next time he looked at her as if he would love to gobble her up in one scrumptious bite, things would be different. She would be more in control of the situation as well as her senses.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, wondering if Chase had mentioned anything to him about the charity calendar.
He met her gaze. "About us."
She lifted an arched brow. There was no "us" and decided to tell him so. "There"s no us, Thorn. In fact I"ve always gotten the distinct impression that you don"t even like me."
Boy, was she wrong, Thorn thought. If anything he liked her too d.a.m.n much. There were several emotions he"d always felt toward Tara Matthews from the first and dislike hadn"t been one of them.
He took a couple of steps forward, bringing him right in front of her. "I"ve never disliked you, Tara."
She swallowed deeply against the timbre in his voice and the look of melting steel in his eyes. That"s the same thing his brothers had claimed when she"d told them how she felt last year. They had argued that Thorn was just a moody person and told her not to take it personally. But a part of her had had taken it personally. taken it personally.
"My brothers think you"re my challenge," he added, not taking his eyes off her.
"Why would they think that?" she asked. She had wondered about it the first time the brothers had mentioned that very same thing to her. But none of them had given her any further explanation.
"Because they don"t think I can handle you."
She frowned. "Handle me? In what way?"
His gaze ran provocatively down her full length before coming back to meet hers. "Evidently not the way I originally thought," he said, thinking just how much he had underestimated his brothers" cleverness. They had set him up from the first.
"Of the five of us, I"m the one who"d always had a better handle on Laney than anyone, so I a.s.sumed they meant that I couldn"t handle you because you were as headstrong, willful and unmanageable as she could be at times. And although you seem to have those traits, too, I now believe they meant you were my challenge for a totally different reason. I think they meant that I couldn"t handle you as a woman. There"s a big difference in the two."
They gazed at each other for a long, intense moment and then she asked. "And what"s the difference?" She knew she might be asking for trouble, but at the moment she didn"t care.
The room crackled and popped with what she now recognized as s.e.xual tension and physical attraction. It hadn"t been dislike the two of them had been battling since they"d met. It had been primal animal l.u.s.t of the strongest kind.
He took another step closer. "If I were to group you in the same category as Laney, I"d have no choice but to think of you with brotherly affections since I"m almost eight years older than you. But if I were to forget about the age thing and place you in the same category as I do any other woman, then that would make you available."
Tara frowned. "Available?"
"Yes, available for me."
Tara swallowed again and ran her sweaty palms down over her slender waist to settle on her hips. She wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that in all her twenty-seven years she had never been available for any man. Although she and Derrick had dated for a number of years, they had never slept together, which meant she was probably the oldest living virgin in the state of Georgia. But that certainly didn"t make her open game and she resented any man thinking she was his for the taking. Derrick had taught her a lesson and she had no desire to forget it any time soon. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I"m not available for any man, Thorn."
Thorn continued to stare at her. Yes, she was definitely his challenge, and he liked challenges. "I think differently," he finally said.
Tara blinked once, then twice when she actually saw the corners of Thorn"s lips move and his mouth suddenly creased into a smile. It was definitely a rare Kodak moment and she would have given anything to capture it on film. He had the most irresistibly, devastating smile she had ever seen. It contained a spark of eroticism that sent her pulses racing.
"You are definitely my challenge, Tara," he added in a raspy voice.
Too late she realized he had taken another step forward, bringing her thigh-to-thigh, chest-to-chest with him. Her breath caught when the s.e.xy sound of his voice and the heat from his smile set her body on fire. But she fought to hold on to every ounce of control she had and refused to go up in flames. "I"m not anyone"s challenge, Thorn," she said, barely above a whisper.
He began lowering his head toward hers and said huskily, "You are definitely mine, mine, Tara." Tara."
The impact of Thorn"s statement, his words of possession, made a degree of l.u.s.t, stronger and more potent than she"d ever experienced before, fill the air; the room suddenly felt hot. A distinct, seductive warmth flooded the area between her legs. She wanted to fight him and the emotions he was causing her to feel. She tried convincing herself that he was just a man and she had promised herself that she would never lose her head over a man again. She had to admit that Thorn was the type of man who would make it hard to keep that promise, but she was determined to do so.
The one thing Thorn didn"t know about her was that she didn"t need a man, physically or mentally. As far as she was concerned, you couldn"t miss what you"d never had. Besides, like most men who didn"t have marriage on their minds, the only thing Thorn would ever give her was a whirlwind, meaningless affair that centered on s.e.x.
Feeling more in control she took a step back, away from him, out of the way of temptation. "The hour is late and we"re through talking."
"Yes, we"re through talking."
Tara swallowed deeply, suddenly aware that his tone of voice was a low, seductive whisper and the intensity of his gaze had darkened. She stood rooted in place as he slowly recovered the distance she had put between them. He was so close that she could actually see her reflection in his eyes. So close she was sure that he heard the irregular beat of her heart.
She swallowed deeply. He was staring at her and his face was filled with such intense desire, that even a novice like herself could recognize it for what it was. It then occurred to her that her earlier a.s.sumption that you couldn"t miss what you"d never had had no meaning when it came to basic human nature, and tonight, between them, animal magnetism was at an all-time high. Other than the kiss they had shared before, she had never felt so wired, so hungry for something she"d never had and so ripe for the picking.
The part of her that made her a woman felt thick, pouty and naughty. It was as if it had a mind of its own and was responding to Thorn as though he had some sort of mysterious telepathic connection to it. The absurdity of such a thing made her want to take a step back but she couldn"t. His gaze was holding her still. Her entire concentration was on him and his was centered on her.
"I should probably get the h.e.l.l out of here," he whispered in a low, s.e.xy rumble of a voice as he placed his arms at her waist and shifted his gaze to her lips.
"Yes, you should," she whispered back, as a shiver pa.s.sed from his touch at her waist all the way to her toes. She shifted her gaze to his lips as well and felt the intensity, the desires that were building up within her. Blood rushed to every part of her body.
"And I will," he said in a sensually charged voice, bringing her body closer to his. "After I"ve gotten a real good taste of you again."
Tara blinked and her mouth fell open. Thorn swiftly descended on it like an eagle swooping down on its prey. The feel of his mouth closing on hers was warm, startling, a direct hit. His lips were seductive against hers and gently yet thoroughly coaxed her into a response, a response she had no trouble giving him.
The sensations, acute and volatile, were a replay of the last time they had kissed, but, as she settled against him, she immediately decided that this kiss was destined to be in a cla.s.s by itself. If he was bold before, this time he was confidently a.s.sertive. There was nothing timid about the way he was feasting on her mouth. The intensity of it made her body tremble. It was heat and sensuality rolled into one and her body tightened in hunger unaccustomed to such nourishment. Her pulse points pounded, right in sync with the turbulent beating of her heart.
When she felt his hands moving over her body with an expertise that overwhelmed her, Tara knew she had to put a stop to this madness and slowly, regretfully, she eased her lips from Thorn"s.
But he continued to touch her, gently rubbing her back. For the longest time neither of them said anything. They couldn"t. The act of breathing alone took too much effort.
When she found the ability to lift her head, she met his gaze. It was so intense it nearly made the words she was about to say catch in her throat. She swallowed then forced herself to speak. "Why?"
She saw comprehension in the dark eyes that were locked with hers. He knew what she was asking and understood her need to know. "Because I want you and have from the first time I saw you. I tried denying it but I can"t any longer. You may not accept it or acknowledge it, but your response proves to me that you want me just as much as I want you, Tara."
She knew his words were true, but she wasn"t ready to accept what he was saying. "But I don"t want this."
He nodded. "I know, but I refuse to give up or walk away. I want you more than I"ve wanted any woman in a long time."
A spark of anger lit her features. "And I"m supposed to feel good about that?"
Thorn lifted a brow. "I would hope that you do."
"Well, I don"t. The last thing I want is an involvement with a man."
Thorn"s frown deepened. "You"re saying one thing but your kiss said another."
Her eyes filled with anger. "Imagine what you want, but I prefer doing the solo act. There"s less chance of being played a fool that way. Once bitten you have a tendency to avoid a second bite."
Thorn sighed deeply, remembering what one of his brothers had told him about how Tara"s fiance had hurt and humiliated her on what was supposed to have been their wedding day. Tara"s words touched a part of him that hadn"t been touched in a long time. He reached out and caressed her cheek tenderly, mesmerized by the smoothness of her flesh and the pained yet angry look in her eyes.
He wanted to kiss her again but forced himself to speak instead. "You will never get a bite of pain from me, Tara. But you will get nibbles of pa.s.sion and pleasure of the most profound kind. That I promise you." Walking away while he had the mind to do so, he picked his helmet up off the table.
He paused before opening the door, seeing the confused look on her face. As he"d hoped, he had her thinking. The Tara that been feeding his nightly fantasies for almost two years was a woman who was as turbulent as the storm of sensations she stirred within him. Now that he"d finally admitted to himself that he wanted her, he intended to have her. And if she thought she was going to put distance between them then she had another thought coming.
"I"ll be by tomorrow," he said calmly. He could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes that she intended to rebuild that wall between them. Little did she know he had every intention of keeping it torn down. He watched as she folded her arms beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They were b.r.e.a.s.t.s he intended to know the taste of before too long.
"You have no reason to come by tomorrow, Thorn."
"Yes I do," he responded easily. "I want to take you for a ride on my bike." He saw something flicker in her eyes. First surprise, then stubbornness, followed by unyielding resistance.
She lifted her chin. "I have no intention of doing anything with you."
Thorn sighed good-naturedly, thinking that she liked talking tough, and a part of him couldn"t help but admire her s.p.u.n.k, which was something you rarely saw in a woman these days. Most were too eager to please. But even with all her feistiness, in good time she would discover that he was a man who appreciated a good fight more often then most people, so her willfulness didn"t bother him any. In fact it made her just that much more desirable.
"And I intend to see that you do anything and everything with me, Tara," he said throatily, a.s.suredly, before opening the door, walking out and closing it behind him.
Tara leaned against the closed door as the soft hum of Thorn"s motorcycle faded into the distance. Taking a deep breath she tried to get her pulse rate and heartbeat back to normal. There was no denying that Thorn Westmoreland had the ability to rock her world. But the problem was that she didn"t want her world rocked. Nor did she want the changes he was putting her through. And she definitely didn"t want to remember the kiss they had just shared. The memory of it sent a tingling feeling through every part of her body. She had discovered three months ago that the man was an expert kisser and had a feeling he was probably an expert at making love as well. And she believed if given the chance he would do whatever it took to get her mind and body primed for s.e.x.
She pulled in a deep breath trying to get her mind back in focus. It was late, but she doubted she would be able to sleep much tonight. She thought that it was a good thing she didn"t have to work tomorrow. She was having lunch with Delaney and was looking forward to it.
Pushing away from the door she headed for the kitchen hoping she would find something there to keep her busy. She stopped in the doorway. There was nothing for her to do since the Westmoreland brothers had left everything spotless. But one brother in particular had gone a step further. Tonight Thorn had invaded her s.p.a.ce and gotten closer to her than any man since Derrick had dumped her.
That realization disturbed her. Her fantasies of Thorn had been rather tame compared to the real thing and she hated to admit it but she had found kissing him the most exciting thing she had done since leaving Bunnell.
As she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, it suddenly dawned on her that she hadn"t mentioned anything about the calendar to Thorn, which meant she would have to see him again this week. And since he claimed he would be coming by tomorrow she would bring it up then.
Thorn had a difficult time sleeping that night. Whenever he tried closing his eyes, memories of his kiss with Tara were so vivid he could still actually taste her. Tonight"s kiss had been much better than the previous one. That kiss had had an element of surprise. Tonight their kiss had been fueled by desire-basic and fundamental.
Muttering something unintelligible, he rolled out of bed knowing that sleep was out of the question. Making his way through the living room and into the kitchen he opened the refrigerator, needing a beer. With his present state of mind, he might need more than one.
As he pulled a beer from the six-pack and popped the tab, a low moan formed in his throat. He took a long, pleasurable gulp. At that moment, unexpectedly, huge drops of rain splattered on his rooftop and he was glad he had made it home before the downpour. He had gotten caught on his bike during storms enough times to know it wasn"t something he relished.
A smile worked at his mouth when he thought of something he did relish. Thorn couldn"t wait until he saw Tara again. The thought that she would try to avoid him made the challenge that much more sweet.
Tonight he had made a decision and it hadn"t been easy, but kissing her had helped to put things into the right perspective. Tara was a pure challenge if he"d ever seen one, and although she had fought what they shared and would continue to fight it, he was convinced more than ever that she was just the woman he needed.
They had been attracted to each other from the first, and tonight had exposed numerous possibilities, all of them definitely worth pursuing.
Finishing off his beer and placing the empty can in the bin, he headed back up the stairs to the bedroom. He was hot. He was hard. He was h.o.r.n.y. And the sound of the rain pounding against his roof didn"t help matters. It only made him want to pound his body into Tara"s with the same steady yet urgent rhythm. The thought of doing so made his gut clench with need. A vivid, sensuous scene flashed in his mind. The impact almost took his breath away. Thorn quickly sucked in air. This was not good. Tara Matthews fascinated him. She intrigued him and filled him with intense desire and made him think of unbridled pa.s.sion.
Unless he did something about his predicament, she would be the death of him and he wasn"t ready to die just yet.