“No shit. Are you tired, too? I was up all night ordering stuff.” He shrugged. “That’s my excuse.”

“I slept for eight hours. I have no excuse.” She nodded at his erection. “Other than the bewitching power of that.”

“Then I’d better keep up my strength,” he said, reaching for another shrimp. “These are supposed to be aphrodisiacs, right?”

“So that’s why I’m wetter than wet.” She wasn’t about to tell him the truth-that she’d been riding a lustful wave from the first time she saw him.

He held out the shrimp. “So what d’you say? As long as we’re on a roll?”

“I guess,” she said, trying to sound blasé when there wasn’t a chance in hell she could have actually refused him anything.

“Open up, babe.” A genuinely blasé tone.

I am already, she thought. But she opted for discretion, since lusting women probably weren’t a news flash for Jake Chambers.

Easing upward, he slipped the shrimp into her mouth. “Now bite.”

His softly enunciated command shuddered through her vagina with an electrifying jolt. He was sure of himself, confident, familiar with women doing what he wanted. She shouldn’t have responded to such arrogance, but a hot rush of liquid longing flooded her cunt, and as though she were without will of her own, all she could think of was, Please, please, fuck me NOW, NOW, NOW!

Maybe he could read minds. His gaze narrowed slightly. “How about five minutes from now?” he said before falling back into a sprawl.

“Thanks.” She didn’t pretend not to understand; although it took effort to offer an urbane smile when she was really much, much too eager. “I blame the shrimp for my horniness.”

He smiled back. “Whatever works. Give me a few minutes, though. I need nourishment. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

As if, she thought, surveying his spectacular cock, undiminished and tempting. “Take your time.”