Seducing the Old Flame

Seducing the Old Flame Copyright 2012 JANA
MERCY

All the characters in this book have no
existence outside the author’s imagination, and have no relation whatsoever to
anyone bearing the same name or names.
 
They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown
by the author, and all the incidences are pure invention.

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Other books by Jana Mercy:

Touched by a Thief

Ellora’s Cave Romances by Jana Mercy:

Strip or Treat

Underground Pleasure

Her Last Fling

Seducing the Old Flame

This was a bad idea, Tabitha Sterling
thought for the hundredth time while fighting the downtown Knoxville traffic.
 
Over two years since she’d seen Jason Kelly
and she planned to cure her supposed sex addiction by seducing him.
 
Insane.

It was all that crazy John’s
fault.
 
Him and his sexual psycho babble.
 
How had he convinced her that she needed to
make peace with Jason or she’d never be a happy, content person?

She was a happy, content person.

Just ask anybody and they’d
tell you Tabitha Sterling was the life of the party and happy, happy,
happy.
 
But somehow a Thursday night spent
in conversation with her sister and John, her sister’s new beau and a
psychology professor at the University of Tennessee, convinced her otherwise.
 
Convinced her that she needed to spend the
entire weekend hot and sweaty with Jason Kelly.

She slid her fingers over the
buttery leather cover on her car’s steering wheel and grimaced at the thick
Friday evening traffic.
 
Five more
minutes and she should be at his apartment.

How would he react to seeing
her after all this time?

Knoxville wasn’t so big that
she’d had any problems finding him once she looked.
 
While sitting at her desk at Stewart and
Steinman Financing, she’d called Jason’s little sister fishing for
information.
 
Lori Kelly enthusiastically
gave out his address, all his various phone numbers, his lack of a steady
girlfriend, and the fact he’d be home about six that evening.

Despite the fluttery feel in
her veins, Tabitha grinned.
 
She liked
Lori and the feeling had been mutual.
 
Apparently still was as Lori gave all Jason’s personal goods.

Butterflies danced in Tabitha’s stomach.

Or maybe it was acid.

Whichever, her stomach roiled and had an unaccustomed burning
sensation that gurgled up to her throat.

Jason.
 
He always had affected
her in odd ways.

Odd, intensely physical and emotional ways that scared as much as
thrilled her.

She’d never forgotten him.
 
Not in the two years since they broke things off after an argument that
would make hockey look like a toddler sport.

Not that Jason or she ever physically abused each other.

They hadn’t.
 
At least not
with hits.

Instead, they’d used sex to manipulate and control one
another.
 
Wild, out of this world sex
that stole her breath just from remembering the passion.

As with everything else about their relationship, the sex rocked.
 
No man with a blow torch could elicit the
heat one look from Jason sparked.

She planned to seduce him.
 
Tonight.

To cure her supposed addiction to sex so that she could find
‘true happiness’.
 
Or some such crock
that John and Jenny filled her head with.
 
Sexual excess with the one man who’d meant the most to her so she’d get
over the addiction she wasn’t even sure she had.
 
Unfortunately too much of what the couple
said resonated with the truth to ignore their educated advice.

She was bored with men, with sex.
 
Had been for months, but that hadn’t stopped
her from trying to ease her boredom.
 
Restlessness haunted her sleep, haunted her relationships.
 
The wannabe shrink who’d set her out on this
crazy mission blamed it on unresolved feeling for a man in her past.
 
A man who had hurt her.
 
A man she hadn’t forgiven and who hadn’t
forgiven her.

Jason.

The cure according to all the psycho babble mumbo jumbo:
 
a weekend of sexual healing with Jason.

Unless he’d changed a great
deal over the past few years, what she planned should appeal to him just fine.

Sex.
 
Sex.
 
And more sex.

What hot-blooded man wouldn’t
be thrilled at the prospect?

Jason was hot-blooded
everything.
 
Biggie-sized even.

If she was lucky, she’d spend the whole weekend in bed with him,
get over this so called problem she still wasn’t admitting to, and put Jason
Kelly back out of her life.

That was the plan.

And exactly what she kept telling herself right up to the moment
Jason’s apartment door opened and she looked into his startled brown eyes.

Mesmerizing brown eyes that once loved to look at her.

Shocked brown eyes that didn’t look happy to see her.
 
Definitely no love shined in his gaze these
days.

Emotions long buried bubbled to the surface.

Emotions that made her wonder if her motives for being here had
more to do with Jason than curing some supposed sexual addiction.

Was that why she’d been so receptive to John’s insane theories?
 
Had she subconsciously searched for a reason
to bury her pride and see Jason?

See she did.

He looked good.

Time only added to his masculine appeal.
 
Jet-black hair that screamed for a woman’s
hands,
her hands
, to cut through the
silky locks.
 
Chocolaty eyes she’d always
lost herself in.
 
Strong facial features bespeaking
of a heritage that probably laid claim to royalty, or sure should.
 
Broad, strong shoulders and arms that a woman
could lean on.
 
Washboard abs his black T-shirt
with its Kelly Construction logo couldn’t hide.
 
Narrow waist and hips that a woman’s legs could easily wrap around.
 
What a
man
.

Tabitha licked her lips.

Oh, yeah.
 
Jason Kelly was
the perfect choice for a weekend of sexual excess.
 
For so many reasons.

She ignored the niggling thoughts that Jason was the closest
thing to perfect she’d encountered and she’d been a fool to ever let him out of
her life.

Tabitha didn’t like to think she’d been foolish, or wrong, in
her relationships with men.
 
Particularly
not with Jason.

She was here for sexual healing, not a relationship.

Still, one couldn’t argue with the facts and her heart leapt
with joy at his nearness.

“Hi Jason.”
 
She took a
deep breath, flashed him a gregarious smile, and ate him up with her eyes.
 
“I’m free for the weekend and thought I’d
stop by for a visit.
 
Maybe for the night
if you’re smart and play your cards right.”

Of all the people in the world Jason
Kelly expected to see on the other side of his apartment door, Tabitha Sterling
ranked dead last--especially of her arriving there of her own free will.

He glanced around the empty hallway, half-anticipating to see a
gunman with a 357 Magnum pointed at her head.

No one there but the sassy redhead who’d already done more than
her share to create havoc in his life.
 
The fiery-tempered vixen who had sworn she’d see him in hell before
she’d willingly set eyes on him again.
 
He
certainly burned hellish hot under her heated green gaze.

Tabitha Sterling was God’s way of torturing Jason for every sin
he’d ever committed.

No one had ever accused him of being a saint.

“Tabbycat.”
 
He grimaced
the moment the nickname left his mouth.

She smiled and the expression on her face resembled that of a
big fat feline who’d just slurped down a bowl of cream.
 
His cream.

“Think you remember how to make me purr, Jason?”

He blinked, knowing he was hallucinating and Tabitha would be
gone when he opened his eyes.

His sister must be right.
 
He was working too hard, spending too many hours baking in the sun on
one of his construction projects.

That had to be the explanation for Tabitha, in full sex kitten
mode, standing in his doorway flirting with him as if they’d never parted ways
and she planned to jump his bones any minute.

But when his eyes opened she still stood there watching him with
amusement, a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it whole.

Tabitha in all her voluptuous glory.
 
Beautiful as always with her long red-gold
ringlets hanging about her shoulders, the tips dancing enticingly over her
chest, tempting and teasing a man’s gaze to linger.

Just looking at her hardened him to monstrous proportions.

But then from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her, she’d had
this effect on him.

This burning-alive-from-the-inside-out sensation.

This so-hard-his-skin-threatened-to-burst sensation.

He continued his perusal,
taking in big green eyes that announced to the world that she took what she
wanted and anyone who tried to stand in her way be damned and prepared for
battle.
 
He perused her tiny waist that a
man could fit his hands around, a waist made to look even tinier by her big
breasts and full hips that flared temptingly above legs, long and luscious.

The total effect created that
of the proverbial hourglass, a sexy siren, and she’d dressed to enhance the
effect.

Black always looked extra
seductive when wrapped around Tabitha.
 
Her tight pants molded her like a second skin and were no
exception.
 
Her leopard print top hugged
her generous breasts.
 
She was hot and
wanted the world to know.

The gleam in her eyes said she wanted
him
to know.

Holy crap.

“Cat got your tongue?”
 
Her tone teased and she shifted on her four-inch heels.

If he’d ever seen a pair of shoes that belonged on a porn flick,
those slinky ones did.
 
Images of he and
Tabitha tangled in lurid, erotic positions electrified his nerve endings.

Trying to pull his mind back from those heels high on his
shoulders, he demanded, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Possibly not the best way to greet a long lost lover, but then
he hadn’t been looking to find this particular one.
 
Just the opposite.