Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (15 page)

 
    
His breathing evened out and deepened. If
he wasn’t asleep already, he would be soon. But though she’d said she was tired
and followed it with that big yawn, she couldn’t sleep.

 
    
Why on earth had she let him stay?

 
    
Because he felt good. It was as simple as
that. Jud felt good. Being unsettled about the idea of letting him spend the
night was like admitting he was somehow important to her. So she let him stay.
His cock fit her perfectly, his taste tantalized her lips. And he made her
laugh.

 
    
Sex was always fun. Well, of course, she
wouldn’t do it if it weren’t. But Jud made it...more than fun. That was the
best way to describe it. More than fun. No, no. That wasn’t right. What they’d
done was, quite simply, more than just sex. A mere rearranging of words gave
the thought a whole new meaning.

 
    
She liked young men. She liked variety.
Both things made her feel desirable, sexy, young, and vital. One more man
conquered gave her one more opportunity to shake her fist at Time. She liked
control. She liked telling men what to do. She liked feeling that she was
teaching her lovers valuable lessons for future generations of lovers.

 
    
But she liked the way Jud made her feel on
the inside. Oh God, she loved it. There were so many things, above and beyond
just the physical act. When one of her interludes was over, she recalled a
general replay of the event, but not every word, every breath, every look. With
Jud, she remembered everything. In her mind right now, she could recite that
whole speech about how much he loved women. Word for word. It made her feel
ridiculously dreamy on the inside. It hadn’t been about why he loved women in
general, it was why he wanted her in particular. It was damn near a serenade.

 
    
She challenged him to give her the best
orgasm without benefit of any props but his body. He’d done her one better.
He’d made her laugh and revealed the mischievous little boy still lurking in
the man’s body.

 
    
He’d shown her the things she’d been
missing in her quest for variety and youthfulness. She’d gone for quantity instead
of quality. Did she feel any less afraid of growing old? No. Did she feel any
more sated? No.

 
    
Did she really want another woman to touch
him, have him, lick him, enjoy him? Hell no.

 
    
So why not give the man a chance? An
exclusive chance. Why not give that chance to herself? She was sure the owner
of a sex club had myriad ideas with which to tantalize her.

 
    
And if he smiled at her with that naughty
little boy smile while he did it? She might never let him go.

 
    
She nudged him with her elbow. “Jud, we
haven’t tried phone sex.”

 
    
He answered immediately, even though a
moment before, she’d been sure he was asleep. “I’d love to do you with phone
sex.”

 
    
Phone sex would be really good. She’d
engaged in it before, but Jud was...inventive. She figured he would add a few
unexpected twists. What else? She’d done the romantic dinners overlooking a
brilliant skyline, she’d done down and dirty sex in front of a crowd. But she
hadn’t just
been
with a man since she
was in her twenties. Another thing she’d missed out on over the years.

 
    
“I want to see the pyramids in Egypt. Not
just Giza, but all of them.”

 
    
His chest rumbled against her back. She
couldn’t tell if he was laughing or having a heart attack. “We can do that.”

 
    
“And I want to have a picnic on Machu Picchu.”

 
    
“I never would have suspected a bunch of
old ruins would interest you.”

 
    
“They’re not ruins, they’re history, and
they’re vast.”

 
    
“I agree. I just never would have guessed
you’d care one way or the other.
Deuce
Bigalow
: Male Gigolo
and now Machu Picchu and the
pyramids at Giza. You amaze me.”

 
    
She laughed, burrowing deeper against him
and the erection that was rising along the crease of her butt. “There’s a lot
you don’t know about me.”

 
    
“There’s a lot I’m dying to learn.”

 
    
“And there’s so many things I don’t know
about you.” Not sex things. But how he grew up. His so-called wild days that
he’d promised to tell her about. The books he read. She didn’t even know if he
liked
to read. She’d thought she knew
him, but there was so much mystery she’d never even bothered to question
before. “Teach me everything, Jud.”

 
    
His arm tightened beneath her breasts. “You
do realize that could take a long, long time.”

 
    
She rolled to face him. “I do.” And it felt
right.

 
    
He raised a brow. “What about variety?”

 
    
“I’m sure you’re up to the challenge of
providing it.” He’d proven that. Just as she’d proven to herself that the
pattern she’d established needed some...improvement.

 
    
“Is this a standing invitation then?”

 
    
She shook her head. “No. You’ve got too
many standing invitations out there as it is.”

 
    
“Actually, that’s not true, sweetheart.” He
tucked her hair behind her ear. “No one else but you ever received one.”

 
    
 
“You’re kidding.” The idea turned over in her
stomach, and settled. Wonderfully.

 
    
“Just you. I wanted to make sure you kept
coming back.”

 
    
Despite everything he’d said to her over
the last few nights, it was only just now dawning on her that she’d been his
obsession. Yesterday, the idea would have been frightening, today, it felt
irresistibly good.

 
    
And she wanted more, a lot more. “Well
then, let me extend you an exclusive open invitation”—she put the tips of her
fingers to her chest—“to me. All of me. With no expiration date.” She traced
his lips. “And no one else has ever received one of those, either.”

 
    
He leaned his forehead against hers and let
out a long sigh. “Does this mean I won?”

 
    
“You know, I don’t remember you being so
cocky during our late night discussions. We’re going to have to work on that.”
She nipped his bottom lip, thinking about all the ways she could bring him to
his knees. “And incidentally, it means we both won.”

 
    
“I was just waiting for you to see it my
way.” Then he kissed the tip of her nose. “Now, let’s talk about the cop and
his nightstick. I know a place I can rent—”

 
    
She clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Surprise me.”

If you missed the
first two in the
Open Invitation
series, you can find them here:

Invitation to Seduction, Book
1

 
Invitation to Pleasure, Book 2

 
 
 
   
Jasmine’s
heartbreaking series about family tragedy and family healing…

The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

Copyright 2012
Jasmine Haynes

Cover design by Rae
Monet
Inc

Previously published in 2005

Widowed three years
ago and the mother of two, Taylor Jackson is starting to feel that life as a
woman is passing her by. Always somebody’s daughter-in-law, somebody’s mother,
or somebody’s sister-in-law, Taylor longs to be somebody’s secret lover.

Taylor was his
brother’s wife, and now his brother’s widow, untouchable yet irresistible to
Jace
Jackson. When he discovers her secret fantasies,
Jace
swears he’ll be the one to make them reality.

But can
Jace
make Taylor see he’s not just the man in her bed, but
the love of her life?

Excerpt

 
    
The woman looked like Taylor, his brother
Lou’s wife. But this woman’s lips were painted a deep shade of red, where
Taylor always wore pink. The tight spandex top hugged her full breasts, and her
leather skirt revealed endless, captivating legs encased in shimmering nylon.
Taylor didn’t own a leather skirt, and to her, spandex was for jogging. Fuck-me
high heels rested on the bottom rail of the bar stool. Taylor abhorred high
heels.

 
    
The look-alike flipped her auburn hair over
her shoulders, the locks sparkling with golden highlights in the flash of the
strobe on the dance floor.

 
    
Jace
Jackson
cooled himself off with a slug of beer, his one and only bottle for the night.

 
    
Then she laughed. He shouldn’t have been
able to hear it over the voices, the semi-drunken laughter, or the beat of
another country western ballad, but he felt it in his gut, the way he always
felt Taylor’s laugh, hard as he tried to ignore it.

 
    
Holy hell.

 
    
The woman didn’t just look Taylor. It
was
Taylor.

 
    
Jace
slammed his
beer down on the table, ignored his drinking buddies’ raised eyebrows, and rose
to his feet when the guy Taylor was flirting with put his hand on her knee.

* * * * *

 
    
Taylor Jackson knew she’d made a huge
mistake the minute the man put his hand on her knee. She couldn’t remember his
name, Buddy or Bubba or Bucky or something, although Bubba seemed to suit him
best

 
    
It didn’t seem right to be planning to
seduce a man whose name she couldn’t remember. Not that Bubba needed much in
the way of a come-on from her.

 
    
She hadn’t dated since Lou died. In fact,
she hadn’t been out on a date since she met Lou back in college. Not that she’d
call what she was doing now dating.

 
    
Planning a seduction had been the easy
part. Dressing for it even easier. The hour between dropping off the kids at
her mother-in-law’s house and finishing her final primp in her bathroom mirror
had been like playing dress-up with her mom’s makeup when she was a little
girl. Of course, when her mother caught her, she’d blistered her butt. Taylor
had started feeling jumpy on the drive over, out of Willoughby to the outskirts
of Bentonville, the next town over, and home of Saddle-n-Spurs, a rowdy country
western joint.

 
    
She’d chosen the bar because she wouldn’t
be recognized. No one she knew would come to a place like this. It wasn’t a
PTA/soccer-mom kind of place.

 
    
Jumpy or not, Taylor had climbed out of her
minivan and headed inside. Her head had begun to pound with the din before
she’d even taken a seat at the bar. She’d ordered wine to calm her full-fledged
nerves and probably would have bolted before the bartender poured it if Bubba
hadn’t taken the stool beside her and paid for her drink.