never the twain shall meet?”
“I think that’s best.”
“Well, I don’t have such strict rules. When I do my laundry, I mix colors with whites, and as long as I set the temperature correctly it all seems to come out fine.”
The furrow on his forehead deepened. “This isn’t a joking matter, Cassie.”
“But it’s not life and death, either.” She swallowed, her confidence wavering at the sight of his closed off expression. When Kirk made up his mind, he stuck to it. He could be so stubborn at times, but somehow she had to convince him. She took a couple of steps toward him, her feet unsteady in the unfamiliar heels. “In fact, by kissing me you’re doing me a favor.”
His blue-gray eyes narrowed on her. “How so?”
“You’re helping me get over…over Russell.”
“Your ex?”
She crossed her fingers behind her back as she nodded. “Uh-huh. You’re like my rebound guy. You know, the one who helps me forget about my ex.”
She hesitated as Kirk looked her over, his expression unreadable. Her heart began to patter as he stepped toward her. There was something quite deliberate and forceful about his movements, something that made her breath catch.
He leaned in, his breath feathering her face. “If you want me as your rebound guy, we need to get one thing straight.”
“W-what’s that?” She gulped, not sure if she was ready for his answer.
His voice lowered to a molasses-dark growl. “I’m going to kiss you until you don’t remember your own name, let alone anyone else’s.”
The heat in his eyes seared through her, setting her senses dancing. She was responsible; she had lit this fire in him. She was the reason for his hunger. The realization made her almost faint.
“You got that, Cassie?”
His gruff voice sent a thrill down her spine. Speechless, airless, motionless, she nodded.
He closed in on her. She was a match for him in height, but in everything else that mattered—weight, intent, sexual experience—he had her over a barrel. By the flaring look of him, she expected him to crush her in his arms, but instead he cupped her face in both hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks before he kissed her again—a controlled kiss this time, firm and deliberate, yet gentle, too, showing her his powerful restraint.
She surrendered to the emotions surging over her, helpless against the longing she’d bottled up for so long. The years of denial had aged that longing to a potent liquor that went straight to her head. As she savored the warmth of his mouth and tongue, she slid her hands under his jacket and up and over his chest. Countless times she’d fantasized about touching him like this, and now her dream was coming true. Through the fabric of his shirt, she explored the muscled wall of his chest and the power in his torso. Dazed with delight, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, and he obliged by shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor.
His kisses became more hot and urgent, the control slipping away as he ran his hands over her back and hips. Desire gathered between her legs, aching and swollen. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She lifted one leg, the slit in her dress accommodating her, and wrapped it round his hip.
His hand moved instantly to her leg, fingers clamped around her flesh. “Cassie, that’s some leg you have.” He pushed his hand higher up her thigh and found her naked flesh above the stockings. He let out a groan. “Jesus, you’re wearing a garter belt.”
“Yeah,” she panted. “You told me to dress up.”
He stroked her thigh before exploring farther. His fingers stilled on her bare ass cheek. “And a thong.” He sounded strangled.
She was so short of breath it was a few seconds before she could answer. “This—this dress shows off everything. I didn’t want a VPL.”
“Stockings, garter belt, and a thong. You’re killing me here, Cassie.”
“Just so you know, I don’t make a habit of it.” The thong was the worst; it
“I think that’s best.”
“Well, I don’t have such strict rules. When I do my laundry, I mix colors with whites, and as long as I set the temperature correctly it all seems to come out fine.”
The furrow on his forehead deepened. “This isn’t a joking matter, Cassie.”
“But it’s not life and death, either.” She swallowed, her confidence wavering at the sight of his closed off expression. When Kirk made up his mind, he stuck to it. He could be so stubborn at times, but somehow she had to convince him. She took a couple of steps toward him, her feet unsteady in the unfamiliar heels. “In fact, by kissing me you’re doing me a favor.”
His blue-gray eyes narrowed on her. “How so?”
“You’re helping me get over…over Russell.”
“Your ex?”
She crossed her fingers behind her back as she nodded. “Uh-huh. You’re like my rebound guy. You know, the one who helps me forget about my ex.”
She hesitated as Kirk looked her over, his expression unreadable. Her heart began to patter as he stepped toward her. There was something quite deliberate and forceful about his movements, something that made her breath catch.
He leaned in, his breath feathering her face. “If you want me as your rebound guy, we need to get one thing straight.”
“W-what’s that?” She gulped, not sure if she was ready for his answer.
His voice lowered to a molasses-dark growl. “I’m going to kiss you until you don’t remember your own name, let alone anyone else’s.”
The heat in his eyes seared through her, setting her senses dancing. She was responsible; she had lit this fire in him. She was the reason for his hunger. The realization made her almost faint.
“You got that, Cassie?”
His gruff voice sent a thrill down her spine. Speechless, airless, motionless, she nodded.
He closed in on her. She was a match for him in height, but in everything else that mattered—weight, intent, sexual experience—he had her over a barrel. By the flaring look of him, she expected him to crush her in his arms, but instead he cupped her face in both hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks before he kissed her again—a controlled kiss this time, firm and deliberate, yet gentle, too, showing her his powerful restraint.
She surrendered to the emotions surging over her, helpless against the longing she’d bottled up for so long. The years of denial had aged that longing to a potent liquor that went straight to her head. As she savored the warmth of his mouth and tongue, she slid her hands under his jacket and up and over his chest. Countless times she’d fantasized about touching him like this, and now her dream was coming true. Through the fabric of his shirt, she explored the muscled wall of his chest and the power in his torso. Dazed with delight, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, and he obliged by shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor.
His kisses became more hot and urgent, the control slipping away as he ran his hands over her back and hips. Desire gathered between her legs, aching and swollen. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She lifted one leg, the slit in her dress accommodating her, and wrapped it round his hip.
His hand moved instantly to her leg, fingers clamped around her flesh. “Cassie, that’s some leg you have.” He pushed his hand higher up her thigh and found her naked flesh above the stockings. He let out a groan. “Jesus, you’re wearing a garter belt.”
“Yeah,” she panted. “You told me to dress up.”
He stroked her thigh before exploring farther. His fingers stilled on her bare ass cheek. “And a thong.” He sounded strangled.
She was so short of breath it was a few seconds before she could answer. “This—this dress shows off everything. I didn’t want a VPL.”
“Stockings, garter belt, and a thong. You’re killing me here, Cassie.”
“Just so you know, I don’t make a habit of it.” The thong was the worst; it
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