Gage, Ronna - Send Her To Me (Siren Publishing Classic) by Ronna Gage Page A

thighs tempted him to reach out and touch them. Carter took advantage of the bird’s-eye view on his perch, filling his head with all sorts of fantasies.
    He imagined her bent over the island, her dress hiked above her waist, her panties down around her ankles, and he inside her, rocking into the deep recesses of her heated core. His balls tingled.
    She pulled a small tray of meats and cheeses from the bottom shelf and set it on the island.
    “Do you…” Suddenly, the ability to speak left him. He cleared his throat before he tried to speak again. “Do you need help?”
    Kelli looked up at him and smiled. Her green eyes showed an innocent and seductive woman as they gazed at him. He knew how seductive she could be and how sweet she tasted. And he craved her more than food.
    “No, I got it.” She put the tray together, unaware of his watchful eyes upon her. She bent again to retrieve a bottle of white cream dip. The material of her black dress clung to her ass. He didn’t see a panty line through the fabric. Taking a closer look, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. His mind went wild thinking of the possibilities under the dress.
    A G-string?
    No, a thong!
    Oh shit, no panties at all. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. Damned thing didn’t believe what his eyes saw and his brain registered it wanted to look for itself. The room suddenly got hot. Carter started sweating profusely under his collar. The idea to strip out of his shirt and feel the cool breeze of the air-conditioning on his heated body sounded better and better with each passing thought. “Did you leave the stove or oven on?” He had to find another source for the sudden heat wave. Carter flapped his shirt collar in a repeated motion. Man, that air-conditioner better kick on soon.
    “No, I didn’t cook today. It’s too hot,” Kelli answered. She opened the last package of meat.
    “You got that right,” Carter murmured to himself. He took a sip of beer and watched her hands open the package with care. Suddenly, he pictured her small hands on him, roaming softly against his body, heating it to the bone. He could almost feel her hands on his bared flesh. He inhaled deeply and released it slowly to calm the urge. He distracted himself with sports statistics and the titles to this week’s top twenty songs. He even thought of huge, indestructible icebergs in Alaska. Large masses of floating ice that could sink a ship if it were to get too close, but also large enough to cool his heated loins. His eyes traveled up her body, and then connected with hers. She looked at him smiling.
    “I hope you’re hungry.” She walked around the bar carrying the tray of snacks, basket of crackers, and her drink.
    When did she finish? When did she fill the basket? He couldn’t remember. He was too enthralled with her ass…and icebergs.
    “You have no idea.” He took her drink from her hand and looked at the blush colored liquid. He considered downing the contents but thought better of it. Mixing alcohol wasn’t such a good idea.
    He followed her into the living room, silently moaning inside as he gazed at her heart-shaped ass clad in the black, shiny material. He sat their drinks onto the coasters he found placed around the glass-top coffee table, sat on the couch, turned his head to offer help, and literally came eye-level with the right cheek of her ass. He moaned inwardly with the battle of urges building inside him. One part wanted to be a gentleman, the other insisted he take a touch and caress her ass. He cupped the air around it—what could he do to restrain himself from biting her cheek? Closing his fingers into fists, he considered putting them under his legs. Instead, he grabbed the beer in front of him and took a long drink. He almost drank the contents of the beer at one time, but he kept his hands busy and to himself.
    Stimulated nerve endings tingled under the surface of his skin. Kelli placed a hand on his