irritated scowl. “Jonathan! Get down here or go
hungry!”
Silence. She drew in a breath, blew it out, and
drained the last of her coffee.
Pour a cup for him, take it upstairs and
douse him with it.
But she walked the hallway empty-handed and climbed
the stairs. No snoring this time. She knocked, got no response, so went ahead
and opened his door. His mouth was closed as well as his eyes. Covers were
pulled up to his chin.
Don’t even think about it. He wasn’t
bluffing .
She remained in the doorway.
No, Sunny.
She didn’t budge.
Okay, you’re not a coward. But you are
an idiot. An absolute idiot.
She moved fast, but his arms closed around her the
instant her knee touched the mattress. She didn’t have a chance to straddle him
as she had before, so he helped her into position. She was on top, but he was
in control. His green eyes were smiling and smug.
“You weren’t asleep,” she accused.
“And you knew it.”
“You set me up.”
“And you knew it.”
His face was too angular to be storybook handsome,
but he was easy on the eyes. His hands moved lightly up and down her waist,
then slipped beneath her t-shirt. Her skin tingled. She wondered if he noticed,
and then he smiled. He’d noticed.
He was bare-chested. She guessed the rest of him was
just as bare. Her breathing speeded up a notch.
“You’re not struggling,” he observed.
“No, I’m not,” she agreed. With her palms resting on
either side of his pillow she leaned down and kissed each eyelid.
He made a groaning sound. “Are you sure about this,
Sunny?”
No, I’m not. But I’m gonna do it anyway .
Beneath her cotton tee, his hands teased their way
up her back. She kissed his lips, chin, neck, then returned to his mouth for a
longer time. His response made her wonder who was kissing and who was
responding. She felt fingers playing with her bra strap.
When she realized his facial skin was smooth, she
raised her head. “How did you manage to shave without my knowing it?”
“I’m talented.”
“And well-planned. And devious.”
“Thank you.”
Her bra became unfastened. The palms of his hands
smoothed her back, spreading until his thumbs rested feather light at the
outside swell of her breasts.
“Think about this, Sunny.” His voice was husky, eyes
smoky. “It’s not too late yet, but we’re getting there.”
“Looks like you’re the one who’s struggling.” She
continued to play around his mouth with hers.
Fingers trailed down to the hem of her shirt,
teasing her skin as they moved. He bunched the fabric in his hands.
“I’m sure,” he whispered. “But I also want you to be
sure. I don’t enter relationships lightly.”
That gave her pause. She didn’t pull away, but her
hesitance must have communicated itself because his hands moved to her waist
again, a safer positioning, yet still holding her in place.
“I didn’t say that because I wanted to talk you out
of it,” he said softly. “I don’t want you to change your mind.”
She leaned down. With her lips touching his, she
whispered, “I don’t want to change my mind either.” Then she straightened and
allowed him to pull the t-shirt off over her head. The bra went with it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She swallowed hard. “I already got a pretty good
look at you once. And I kinda liked what I saw, too.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he murmured, and
changed their positions in order to help her out of her jeans.
Chapter Eleven
Sunny and Jonathan went out for breakfast. Congealed
oatmeal and dried-out cantaloupe lacked appeal. At a nod from her, he guided
the SUV into the parking lot of the first restaurant they came to on the
outskirts of Castleton. As Sunny alighted from the truck with a bounce in her
step, she realized that for the first time in a long time her mood actually
matched her name.
The hostess led them to a table, and Jonathan pulled
a chair out for Sunny. She sat, looked up at him, and then
hungry!”
Silence. She drew in a breath, blew it out, and
drained the last of her coffee.
Pour a cup for him, take it upstairs and
douse him with it.
But she walked the hallway empty-handed and climbed
the stairs. No snoring this time. She knocked, got no response, so went ahead
and opened his door. His mouth was closed as well as his eyes. Covers were
pulled up to his chin.
Don’t even think about it. He wasn’t
bluffing .
She remained in the doorway.
No, Sunny.
She didn’t budge.
Okay, you’re not a coward. But you are
an idiot. An absolute idiot.
She moved fast, but his arms closed around her the
instant her knee touched the mattress. She didn’t have a chance to straddle him
as she had before, so he helped her into position. She was on top, but he was
in control. His green eyes were smiling and smug.
“You weren’t asleep,” she accused.
“And you knew it.”
“You set me up.”
“And you knew it.”
His face was too angular to be storybook handsome,
but he was easy on the eyes. His hands moved lightly up and down her waist,
then slipped beneath her t-shirt. Her skin tingled. She wondered if he noticed,
and then he smiled. He’d noticed.
He was bare-chested. She guessed the rest of him was
just as bare. Her breathing speeded up a notch.
“You’re not struggling,” he observed.
“No, I’m not,” she agreed. With her palms resting on
either side of his pillow she leaned down and kissed each eyelid.
He made a groaning sound. “Are you sure about this,
Sunny?”
No, I’m not. But I’m gonna do it anyway .
Beneath her cotton tee, his hands teased their way
up her back. She kissed his lips, chin, neck, then returned to his mouth for a
longer time. His response made her wonder who was kissing and who was
responding. She felt fingers playing with her bra strap.
When she realized his facial skin was smooth, she
raised her head. “How did you manage to shave without my knowing it?”
“I’m talented.”
“And well-planned. And devious.”
“Thank you.”
Her bra became unfastened. The palms of his hands
smoothed her back, spreading until his thumbs rested feather light at the
outside swell of her breasts.
“Think about this, Sunny.” His voice was husky, eyes
smoky. “It’s not too late yet, but we’re getting there.”
“Looks like you’re the one who’s struggling.” She
continued to play around his mouth with hers.
Fingers trailed down to the hem of her shirt,
teasing her skin as they moved. He bunched the fabric in his hands.
“I’m sure,” he whispered. “But I also want you to be
sure. I don’t enter relationships lightly.”
That gave her pause. She didn’t pull away, but her
hesitance must have communicated itself because his hands moved to her waist
again, a safer positioning, yet still holding her in place.
“I didn’t say that because I wanted to talk you out
of it,” he said softly. “I don’t want you to change your mind.”
She leaned down. With her lips touching his, she
whispered, “I don’t want to change my mind either.” Then she straightened and
allowed him to pull the t-shirt off over her head. The bra went with it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She swallowed hard. “I already got a pretty good
look at you once. And I kinda liked what I saw, too.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he murmured, and
changed their positions in order to help her out of her jeans.
Chapter Eleven
Sunny and Jonathan went out for breakfast. Congealed
oatmeal and dried-out cantaloupe lacked appeal. At a nod from her, he guided
the SUV into the parking lot of the first restaurant they came to on the
outskirts of Castleton. As Sunny alighted from the truck with a bounce in her
step, she realized that for the first time in a long time her mood actually
matched her name.
The hostess led them to a table, and Jonathan pulled
a chair out for Sunny. She sat, looked up at him, and then
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