Do You Want What I Want?

What happens if the boy you tormented when you were kids is now a sexy man you desperately want? Growing up together, Lulu Vandenberg and Charles Browning took friendly competition to a whole new level. But now they’re all grown up and Lulu discovers the boy she once teased so relentlessly has grown into a man she hungers for. Although Charles can’t put the sexy witch he met at a bar on Halloween night out of his mind, living next door to Lulu, his old childhood nemesis, is a big distraction. She always pushed his buttons and the fact that she’s now the sexiest woman he’s ever known pushes them in whole new ways.So when Charles finds out that Lulu was his mystery woman from Halloween night, their childish feuding becomes a very adult affair...****Throughout the evening, she kept watching the clock, flinching at every noise from outside. She felt the way she had when she was a kid and she’d done something bad, and her mother had sent her to her room with the standard, “Just you wait until your father comes home!” warning.She was on edge, tense, wondering what her punishment would be, listening for that deep voice, or that heavy foot in the hallway. Nine o’clock swept past. Then ten.By ten-thirty, she was beginning to think he wasn’t coming, and she couldn’t decide whether she was relieved or disappointed.Maybe he was so angry, he couldn’t stand to face her yet, wanting to calm down and talk to her tomorrow.Or perhaps he was so disgusted at wasting a month lusting after her that he’d leapt right into bed with Heather, to wash the bad memories out of his mind.“I’ll kill him,” she muttered, torturing herself with the mental picture of it.Ten forty-five.She glared toward his house through her window, seeing all the lights were off. Had he just gone to sleep, not even thinking about her at all?Tense, angry, scared, worried, she tore her clothes off and put on a pair of pajamas, prepared for a long night of restless discomfort. But she couldn’t go to bed yet. Pacing her small apartment, she considered getting re-dressed and going down to his place. If she and Charles were going to have it out, she wanted it over with. The tension—the waiting—was killing her.The knock came at eleven-oh-five.It was sharp, perfunctory. Two hard raps, then silence.She ran to the door, her heart in her mouth, her stomach churning with real anxiety now. As she unfastened the lock, she formed explanations and apologies, trying to guess what kind of mood he would be in and how best to handle it.She was prepared for frustrated Charles. Or for sad Charles. Or for confused Charles.What she got was wildly sexy Charles.The minute she pulled the door open, he pushed his way in and then kicked it closed behind him. He raked a hot, thorough stare over her, taking in the scooped neckline of her silky pajama top, and the flimsy shorts that left her bare from the top of her thighs down to the tips of her toes.“Charles, I…”“To use your favorite expression, just shut up, Lulu.”Then he grabbed her in his arms and pulled her to him, burying one hand in her hair and twisting tightly. He gripped her ass, hoisting her up until the juncture of her thighs met the thickness straining against his zipper. She was groaning with need when he covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep.He kissed her as if he’d invented kissing. Exploring every corner, every crevice, he licked into her as if he were starving and she his only means of survival.Strength deserted her.