Be Mine

by Jennifer Crusie

  “We should talk about it.”

  “Why? Don’t you think women can answer sports questions?”

  His mouth brushed her ear as his arm pressed against her back. “I just like having an excuse to whisper in your ear.”

  “Yogi Berra,” she told the trivia host in a surprisingly normal voice, considering how on the inside she was a shivery, breathless mess.

  A couple of drinks and a few rounds later, Jake and Darcy were declared the winners. The grand prize was nothing more than bragging rights and the his-and-hers puckered looks Kent and Vanessa sported as they went out the door.

  “How are you getting home?” Jake asked as he held Darcy’s sweater so she could slip her arms in. Such a gentleman.

  It was an innocent enough question, but Darcy’s overheated, alcohol-fueled imagination added a pronounced ungentlemanly slant to his words. “I’m walking.”

  “Alone?”

  “It’s not far.”

  “You’ve had a bit to drink.” A bit more than she usually did, actually. “I’d feel a lot better if you let me walk you home.”

  He didn’t know it yet but, unless she’d totally misread his signals, he’d feel a lot better because if he got as far as her front door, she was going to drag him inside and have her way with him. She wasn’t in the habit of bringing men home after the first date—and random trivia partnership was stretching the definition of date—but she was going to roll the dice on this sexy, smart guy with a sense of humor. They were rare. Plus, she just really, really wanted him.

  * * *

  JAKE HELD THE DOOR FOR Darcy, cursing himself the entire time. Now wasn’t the time to be romancing a woman, even if she was smoking hot and correctly guessed that painite was considered the rarest mineral gem.

  But he couldn’t let her walk home alone in the dark. And after watching that mouth smile at him all night and her teeth catching on her bottom lip when she wasn’t sure of an answer and her tongue flicking out to grab a stray dab of nacho cheese, he wanted a good-night kiss. Maybe it wasn’t the most traditional first date, but it counted. Sort of.

  Translating a woman’s body language didn’t come as naturally to him as it did to other guys, but he was pretty sure he was reading Darcy right. She walked really slow, as if she was lingering to make the walk last longer, and she stayed close enough to him so their arms occasionally brushed. After the third time, he threw caution to the wind and captured her hand in his. She didn’t pull away.

  “Do you do that every Tuesday night?” he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

  “As often as I can. My usual partner couldn’t make it, so I was lucky you showed up tonight.” Her usual partner? He didn’t like the idea of her sharing random facts and sexy smiles with anybody else. “Her youngest was sick and her husband does diapers and homework help, but no puke buckets.”

  So not a boyfriend, then. “I’m sorry your friend’s kid is sick, but I’m glad I got to be your partner tonight.”

  On the well-lit street, he had no trouble seeing the blush on her cheeks. “And I talk to you about puke buckets. That’s so sexy.”

  “Puke buckets might not be sexy, but a woman as pretty as you who knows the Treaty of Paris ended the Seven Years’ War is hot as hell.”

  The blush got brighter and he squeezed her hand. It wasn’t a line, either. Brains and beauty were like peanut butter and chocolate—each good on its own, but downright delicious together.

  Leave it to him to find a potentially right woman at the totally wrong time. And in the wrong place. The city was a quick stopover between the life in Connecticut he’d grown bored with and the exciting, new restaurant venture with an old friend. When he’d seen a flyer at the auto shop for trivia night, he’d decided to scope out how it was run and the turnout in case it was something he might want to try in the future. He hadn’t expected to meet a woman he’d be reluctant to walk away from.

  “This might sound pushy, but I’m only passing through here and I’m leaving tomorrow for business and I really want to ask for your number, so...what’s your romantic situation?”

  “No boyfriend. No husband, though there was one once. No kids and we went our separate ways years ago. How long will you be gone?”

  “It’ll be an extended trip, but I’ll be traveling back and forth a lot and I’d like to maybe see you when I’m in the city. You know, if you want.” Which was probably a dumb thing to say considering she was holding his hand.

  “I’d like that.” Her voice was soft and warm and his mind jumped ahead to the possibility of a good-night kiss. “This is my building.”

  He was so busy imagining how her mouth would feel, he barely registered that they’d stopped walking. Would her lips taste like margaritas? He started to reach for his phone, intending to program her number into it.

  “If you come up, I’ll write my number down for you.”

  Some of the blood left his brain and headed south, but he was no fool. He left the phone in its holster. “Sounds great.”

  Darcy unlocked the glass door tucked between two business entrances and led him up the stairs to a very small hallway somebody had tried to make nice with a few potted plants and a bright throw rug. There was a door on either side of the hall and she unlocked the one on the left, reaching in to turn on the light.

  Her apartment was small and pretty, just like her. The walls were a plain beige, but she’d hung colorful pictures on them and she had a bunch of those little pillows on the couch that matched the curtains and throw rugs that matched the one in the hall. He wasn’t surprised to see several bookshelves taking up space.

  He watched her tear a sheet of paper off a memo pad stuck to the fridge and then rummage in a drawer for a pen. After jotting something down, she held it out to him. Darcy, from trivia night. And her number.

  It made him chuckle. “How many Darcys do you think I know?”

  “I thought it might help you remember me when you fish that out of your pocket later.”

  In the light of the bar, he’d thought her eyes were a hazel color, but now—standing close enough to her to touch—he realized they were more green, with flecks of brown and gold. “I’m not going to forget you that easily.”

  When she blushed again and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and then back again, he realized she either wanted him to make a graceful exit with a promise to call her later or make his move. The problem was deciphering which she was looking for.

  Then she stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward, so he took the hint and moved in for the kiss.

  * * *

  DARCY HAD NEVER BEEN SO thoroughly kissed in her life. When Jake first touched his mouth to hers, he’d been tentative, maybe even a little shy. Now she was backed up to her fridge, her nails digging into his shirt as his tongue danced over hers.

  His hands slid from her waist up to her breasts and she moaned when his thumbs brushed over the taut nipples. Just the lightest touch, but it ignited a need in her stronger than any she’d felt in a long time. And then his lips left her mouth and blazed a trail down her neck.

  “All I thought about tonight was kissing you,” he said, his breath warm against her skin.

  “And yet you still almost always knew the right answer.”

  “Well, I tried to pay attention when it was our turn, but when it wasn’t, all I could do was think about touching you.”

  Darcy took a deep breath and said the words. “I’d like for you to stay. You know, if you want to.”

  He straightened and looked down into her face. “You’re sure?”

  “Very sure.”

  “Then I want to.” He kissed her and, when she curled her arms around his neck, he lifted her off the floor.

  It startled her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, really hoping he wouldn’t drop her. But she wouldn’t have fallen, anyway, with her back against the fridge and Jake between her thighs, his denim-clad erection putting a little pressure in just the right spot.

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nbsp; Once he’d kissed her until she could barely breathe, she felt him shift his arms to hold her more securely and then they were crossing the living room. She’d never been carried before and she buried her face in his neck, hoping nothing mood-killing happened, like running into a wall or hitting her head on the doorjamb.

  When he leaned forward, she clutched at his shoulders for a second, until she felt the mattress under her. He went down with her, kissing her and nibbling at her ear, with short interruptions to pull her shirt off, then his shirt and then her bra.

  The feel of his warm, naked skin against hers sent shivers through Darcy and she wanted more. She reached for the fly of his jeans, but was momentarily distracted when his mouth closed over her nipple. Gentle suction, then a little bit harder, and when he slid his hand between her legs, she lifted her hips, desperate for the touch, even through the jeans she still wore.

  “Remember how I told you I spent the whole night thinking about touching you?” She made an mm-hmm noise. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

  They lost the jeans and socks and underwear then, and he lifted her so he could lay her down higher on the bed. She heard the rustling of a condom packet and then he covered her body with his.

  Closing her eyes, she moaned as he filled her, moving with slow, even strokes that felt so good, but weren’t enough at the same time. “Faster.”

  “In a hurry?”

  She opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her. “It’s been a while.”

  “Good.” But he didn’t seem inclined to obey her demand. If anything, he slowed his pace, drawing almost completely out of her and then pushing deep. She moved her hips, trying to urge him on, but his fingers pressed into her thighs, holding her still. “Not yet.”

  “Who made you the boss?”

  He drove into her, and her back arched off the bed as she bit down on the side of her hand, trying not to scream and wake her neighbor. Again and again he did it until she was almost at the brink...and then he stopped moving.

  “More,” she whispered. One small, lazy circle of his hips was all she got. “You’re making me crazy.”

  “Good.” He bent to her breast, sucking one nipple just hard enough to make her squirm. “I want you to be crazy about me.”

  Then he kissed her mouth while his hips moved faster and harder and she gasped against his lips. This time when she lifted her hips, he didn’t stop her. Each thrust came faster and deeper until the orgasm rocked her.

  With her ankles crossed behind him, she used her legs to hold him to her as the tremors faded. He groaned her name against her neck as he pushed into her in the deep, jerky rhythm of his own orgasm.

  Darcy ran her hands over his back, trying to catch her breath. After a minute, Jake disappeared to the bathroom for a minute, but then he slid back into bed and pulled the covers up over them.

  She’d rolled onto her left side when he got up because that was how she lay in bed and she was going to turn to face him, but Jake curled his body around hers before she got the chance. With his right arm thrown over her, he pulled her tight against him and kissed the top of her head.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered, and she could already feel the relaxing of his muscles as he started nodding off.

  The next thing Darcy knew, sunlight was streaming through her bedroom window and her trivia partner was leaning against the doorjamb, cursing and rubbing his toe. She winced, having kicked the cedar hope chest at the foot of her bed more than once herself.

  “Sorry,” he said when he realized she was awake. “I was trying to be quiet.”

  “Were you going to sneak out without saying goodbye?”

  “No, I was going to let you sleep until the last possible second and then kiss you goodbye on my way out so you could maybe nod back off.”

  Sweet, if it was true. He already had his jeans on, sadly, but she watched him pull on the rest of his clothes. He had an amazing body and it was such a shame to cover it up.

  When he was done, he disappeared into the other room and then came back holding the paper with her name and number on it. He folded it before shoving it into his pocket, and then he leaned over the bed.

  “I have a full day today, with a lot of travel and a meeting with a contractor, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  Lounging in bed—her body happy and lazy from a night of lovemaking—and looking up into his dark eyes, she almost believed him. “I have tomorrow off, so whenever you get the chance is good.”

  He kissed her goodbye and then got halfway across the bedroom before he came back and kissed her again. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, but didn’t miss the fact that he was sneaking a peek at his watch.

  “If I didn’t have a meeting with a contractor, I’d crawl back into bed with you,” he muttered against her lips. “And I already called a cab.”

  “When will you be back in the city?”

  “As soon as I can.” He kissed her one more time and then made it to the bedroom door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  She heard the front door close and then snuggled under her covers, grinning like an idiot. Jake just might be the keeper she’d been looking for.

  CHAPTER TWO

  JAKE HAD THE cab drop him at Kevin’s house since that was where he’d left the business card with the phone number for the garage he’d handed his truck over to the day before. He wanted the oil changed and a maintenance check done before he headed up to the northern part of the state.

  He paused for a few seconds outside the gate of the white picket fence surrounding the pretty, maroon-shuttered Cape that had a blue minivan in the driveway, looking at his friend’s world. Kevin Kowalski was a pretty lucky guy.

  A pretty lucky guy whose wife, Beth, pinned Jake with a hard look the second he let himself in through the side door into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, drinking coffee, and judging from the silence, Lily wasn’t up yet. Their daughter was a great kid but, man, was she loud.

  “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I should have called.”

  “Did you at least leave her a note, whoever she is?”

  “I kissed her goodbye this morning and promised to call her tomorrow. And I will.”

  Beth looked surprised, as did Kevin, who appeared in the doorway from the living room wearing flannel pajama pants and a Bruins T-shirt. “Did you tell her you’re not sticking around?”

  “I told her I was leaving town, but that I want to see her whenever I’m down here.”

  “Which won’t be often,” Kevin said.

  “Don’t kill my buzz, man. She’s pretty and fun and wicked smart and I like her.”

  That raised both their eyebrows, but he ignored them and helped himself to the coffeepot before calling to check on his truck. It was ready, so once his cup was empty, he went to gather his things out of the guest room he’d spent the night before last in while Kevin got dressed. He would have liked to stay until Lily woke up so he could say goodbye, but he settled for kissing Beth on the cheek and climbing into the Jeep parked in the shadow of Beth’s mom-mobile.

  “So, where did you meet this pretty, fun, wicked-smart woman?” Kevin asked when they were on the road.

  “At a bar.”

  “Which bar?”

  “Not your bar.” He’d been to Jasper’s Bar & Grille a few times to talk about the new offshoot pub they were opening together, but always while they were closed. It was hard keeping Kevin’s attention when the place was busy. “They were hosting an event and I went to check it out. See if it’s an idea worth running with.”

  “I want to start advertising the launch soon. You’re sure we’ll hit the February mark?”

  “We’ll soft-launch the first and have all the kinks worked out by the big Valentine’s Day shebang.” He wasn’t sure what that shebang was going to be yet, other than an opportunity for the guys to convince their wives snowmobiling was a great way to spend the holiday because they could have a romantic evening together at Jasper’s
Pub.

  “I emailed you the logo design. Did you see it?”

  “Not yet.” He’d been busy.

  “I think it’s good. Close enough to the bar’s for branding purposes.”

  Even though Jasper’s Bar & Grille was a sports bar, they’d decided to keep the name and branding because a lot of the guys who loved nothing more than kicking back with a beer and watching a game at Kevin’s place were the same guys who were going up north to sled. They were banking on familiarity and maybe even some customer loyalty before they even opened.

  Kevin pulled into the garage’s parking lot and left the motor running. He’d be going to the bar while Jake would be hitting the highway. “I’ll give you a head start before I send somebody up to work on the menu development and hiring servers and that shit.”

  “Not a problem.”

  “Do me a favor, though. If it’s a woman, swear to me you’ll keep it professional.”

  Jake recoiled as if Kevin had popped him one. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means hands off the help.”

  “You think I don’t know that? I’ve managed to be professional a long time without you slapping my hand.”

  “Sorry.” Kevin sighed and shoved his hand through his hair. “I’m just overworrying. I believe the pub’s going to be a hit, but sometimes I realize just how much I’ve got on the line and I start thinking about every little thing that could go wrong.”

  “Scratch me screwing the help off the list.” He had a feeling he might be off the market soon. He hoped, anyway.

  Almost three hours later, Jake was lost, his GPS was confused and he was bouncing down a dirt road he wasn’t sure was even on the map. And it was raining. Hard.

  He was looking for a place to turn around when he saw the car. The rain must have softened the shoulder because the car had slid down into the ditch. And, as he got closer, he saw a flash of what looked like a pink sweater in the driver’s-side window. Of course, it had to be a woman.

  Saying every curse word he knew, just to get it out of his system, Jake hit the button for his four-way flashers and put his truck in Park. He unclipped the useless phone with no service from his pocket and tossed it in the center console, then climbed out. By the time he reached the car, he was soaked through.