Heather Myles was far from the first woman who had walked out on me in a huff.

She was, however, the first one I ever went after.

That fact unnerved me a bit.

I clearly knew this place better than she did. By taking a different route, I beat her to the front door of the restaurant and blocked her exit.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking adorably obstinate. “You’re in my way.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“So get out of my way.”

“You haven’t finished your lunch.”

“Suddenly I’m no longer hungry.”

I couldn’t resist. “Well, it just so happens that I am. For this.” I pulled her into my body and crushed my mouth to hers.

She kept her lips pressed together tightly, but I didn’t give in. Restaurant customers milled around us, so I maneuvered us away from the doorway and into the coatroom, which was never used because no one ever wore a coat in LA.

I pinned her against the wall and murmured, “Open for me, Heather. Please.”

She parted her lips on a sigh, her bag dropping to the floor with a thud.

And I dived in.

She tasted as sweet as she had last night, with a little tang of lemon and capers from the piccata. Her tongue was still as velvety, her lips as sweet and soft.

And oh my God, her nipples were hard. I could actually feel them through the flimsy cotton of my wifebeater. Without thinking, I slid one hand up her waistline and cupped a breast. She gasped against my mouth, but she didn’t stop me.

Good thing, because I wasn’t sure I could have stopped. I gently squeezed the soft globe. She was more than a handful, even for my big hands. I found the hard knob of her nipple as we continued to kiss.

Every once in a while, I remembered we were in the coat room at the restaurant. But if she wasn’t stopping me, why should I stop? My cock was throbbing, and I pushed it against her flat belly.

And still…she didn’t stop me.

I kissed her harder, deeper, tasting every inch of the inside of her mouth.

She didn’t stop me.

Finally, using all my willpower, I pulled back, breaking the kiss with a smack. “Heather, baby, if we don’t stop this, I’m going to fuck you up against this wall.”

Her lips were swollen and red from our kisses, her warm brown eyes heavy-lidded.

I waited for her to speak.

And waited.

She stayed silent, so I decided to ask for what I wanted.

“Do you want to go to my place?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

My dick grew even harder.

“That’s a yes?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

I picked up her bag and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the restaurant and into my limo, which was parked nearby. “Home, Lars.”

Heather didn’t balk at getting into my limo.

“You want a drink?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t drink in the afternoon. And…”

“And?”

“And…I… I want to be totally aware of what I’m doing. What you’re doing to me.”

Damn. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted a woman as much as I wanted her right at that moment. I pulled her into my arms and simply held her against me for a few seconds. The warmth of her body against mine felt…soothing. Yes, soothing. In a way I wasn’t used to.

Soothing and turning me on at the same time.

One thing I was sure of—fucking Heather Myles was going to be unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

She laid her head on my shoulder, and I threaded my fingers through her auburn hair. She wore it down today. It was as silky as I had imagined, and I inhaled. Apples and coconut. Probably just her shampoo, but the scent aroused me. I inhaled again, letting the sweet aroma permeate every cell in my body.

God, I wanted her. Oddly, with any other woman, I’d have had her naked and on her back by now as we drove to the house. But not Heather Myles. Holding her was enough for now. And the thought of her naked in my limo? Didn’t work. She was too classy for that. Already I knew I had to adjust my MO if I wanted her in my bed.

And God, I wanted her in my bed.

I’d have my fill of her today—well, for a few hours anyway, until I had to get ready for the concert.

When we arrived, I kissed the top of her head. I wasn’t sure I’d ever done that to a woman before. “We’re here.”

She pulled away from me, her cheeks pink. She looked…reticent.

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” I asked. Because I think I might die a thousand deaths if you have.

“No,” she said shyly. “I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Then what is it?” I touched her cheek, thumbing it gently, her skin so delicate against my fingers.

“Just a few nerves, I guess.”

“Heather, baby, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Lars came around and opened the door for us. I stood and helped Heather out.

“Wow!” Her eyes widened.

I did live in a pretty magnificent abode. “Come on.” I took her hand.

She continued to gawk at everything, and I promised myself I’d give her a thorough tour some other time. Right now, she would only get a tour of my bedroom. I pulled her up my spiral staircase and led her down the hallway to my master suite.

Before I opened the door, though, I needed to taste her lips on mine. I cupped her cheeks in both my hands and lowered my mouth to hers. It was a slow kiss this time, not my usual, but it was what we both seemed to need. Our lips and tongues slid together in an unrushed melody.

After a few minutes of passionate necking, I stopped the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “Please don’t tell me you changed your mind.”

Where had that come from? I’d never asked any woman that question, and now I’d asked it twice.

But Heather was different. For some reason it was very important to me that she be all in for this.

“I haven’t changed my mind, Jett.”

The first time she’d used my name. Sounded wonderful coming from her lips, yet it was another name I longed to hear.

I clutched the doorknob to my room and turned it. We walked through a small sitting area and into the room and toward my bed.

Heather let out a gasp.