I gasped when his lips met mine. The last thing I'd ever expected from James was a kiss. It happened so fast that I was pretty sure he hadn't been expecting it either.

As soon as his lips met mine, we sort of melted together. Our lips touching, getting acquainted. He pulled back, allowing me a breath, before going back for seconds. His hand, cold to my shower-beaten skin, touched my hip and moved around to my backside, pressing me in closer to his body.

I was still holding back, still wondering unconsciously what the fuck was going on. Why was James kissing me? What was his motive? The niggling in my brain was too much, and I pushed him away, holding my towel tighter to my chest.

Our eyes met, his a swirl of confusion and desire, and for a moment I saw him. I saw what it was he wanted. Me. And then the mask was back. He grinned and rubbed his fingers over his lips.

"Not bad," he said, "but I think we need to practice more before we show off to my mother tonight."

I growled as I stepped back into the bathroom. Before I could get the door closed he stepped in with me and closed the door behind him, locking it.

"I was kidding, geez." I tried to keep my resolve strong, tried to remind myself that he was an asshole content with playing with my emotions and nothing more, but then I glanced up into his eyes. The mask had dropped again, his face had softened, his eyes darkened. My woman's intuition told me this was not a joke, this was something else.

"You like kissing me?"

He put his hands on my hips and stepped closer until he was rubbing himself against my sweet spot. My eyes almost fluttered closed, it felt so good to feel his desire.

"What do you think?" he murmured, his gaze still locked on my lips.

I opened my mouth to respond but his lips covered mine again. I was in shock for only a moment before I let my body take over and do what it was dying to do. My hands moved to his chest and then his face, touching him, trying to make him part of my sensory memory for later when he was still here and I was back in my normal life.

His hand moved up and caressed my cheek, holding my head in place so he could deepen our kiss. I held back a groan, my knees weakening when I heard a low one from him.

We moved backwards together until my back was pressed against the only unused wall in the tiny bathroom. He shifted and his hand moved to my towel, squeezing me.

"I want that in my mouth," he said, kissing his way down my neck, his fingers loosening the towel.

The realization that James was about to see me naked was like a cold slap across my face. I grabbed at the towel and turned away. "Wait. Stop. What are we doing?"

He was bent over, his hand on the wall supporting his body. The evidence of his arousal evident in his profile view. I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus on his face as I held the towel tighter to my chest.

"We were making out, on our way to sex town."

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Uh, no, we weren't. We were definitely not on our way to sex town." Oh but how I wished we were. I didn't know what this was all about but I didn't want to be another one of James's one night stands.

He lowered his head to the wall, it landed there with a dull thud. "Fuck." He turned his head, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. "What will it take to get you to go to sex town with me?"

"I'm not a bar banger, James. I'm a woman who wants to be wined and dined. I don't spread it for just anyone."

He stared at me for a long moment before nodding and standing up straight again. "Wine and dine you... I can do that. I'm going to wine and dine your pants off tonight."

I shook my head and held out a hand, trying to stop his high speed thought train from going off the tracks. "No. Not one date, James. Like many."

"Like how many? Two?"

I shook my head.

"Twenty-two?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know. I don't have a specific number, but it won't happen until I know for sure that we have feelings for each other beyond..." My gaze dipped down to his crotch and then I motioned to it. "That." I met his amused eyes.

"Well, I already know that I like you, Ainsley Reed. Are you saying you don't know if you like me?"

I swallowed hard, feeling like I was on board a sinking ship. Where was the panic button? I needed one.