Lethal Affair by Noelle Hart Page B

accepted the cup, inhaled, and
sighed. “Hmm. Just let me wake up. Thought maybe I was still
dreaming.”
    No game playing for her. Just
straight-to-the-point honesty. It was time for him to take a
lesson. Time for him to put aside his bullshit worries about the
future and hold on to today, this moment in time.
    In one fluid movement he took the cup
from her hands, set it aside, then splayed his large hands over her
waist, pulling her in.
    Lyle's mouth seized hers. Lip-locked,
every nerve ending in Jolene's body sang hallelujah. Her hands slid
up his chest and over his head where she tore off the hair net and
drove her fingertips through his crop of sandy hair, holding on,
giving back, taking what she craved.
    He laid his forehead against hers, his
breathing labored. “I'm not running off this time. Are you sure
this is what you want?”
    He was a big man, but her arms fit
around him perfectly. “You're not blind or dumb. You know I want
you. Have since the first day I laid eyes on you.”
    Bold and sassy. Altogether
irresistible.
    “ We're taking a chance here,
you know that, right?”
    Her hazel eyes clouded with passion.
“Stop your hedging. This has been a long time coming and it's high
time we act on it. Right here, right now.”
    It was good enough for him. She clung
as he swept her off her feet and carried her to the back room where
he sometimes took catnaps on a fold out cot.
    “ I wanted to take you out,”
he murmured against her hair as he placed her gently on the cot,
“make it special.”
    She ran her hands over his chest,
feeling his taut muscles bunch in reaction. “You're special.” Her
hands traveled up to encase his face. “Please don't make me wait
any longer.”
    He dove in and feasted. No slow simmer
here. It was all flash and sear as he followed his own recipe for
sexual plunder. His large hands roamed all over her silken skin,
exploring as he peeled off the final layer of her clothes, seeking
out and finding her hidden pleasure points. A teasing nip here,
just enough pressure there, mouth hot and wet and
everywhere.
    Jolene moaned and writhed and pressed
up against him as though she wanted to meld with him. When he slid
into her it felt sublime, a joining of body and soul, a possession
that said, mine.
    He found her sweet spot. And held her
there in a continual, unrelenting assault as her breath caught in
short pants and her eyes glazed over. Her high pitched whimpers
mingled with his own deep moans, placing his barely-there control
in jeopardy. The intensity weakened her, made her entire body
liquify when he finally picked up the pace and brought them both to
a grand slam finale.
    They lay in a heap, limbs entwined,
steam rising.
    Bliss. Sheer, heavenly bliss, thought
Jolene, just before her insecurities rose along with the
steam.
    “ Please tell me this isn't a
one time deal,” she murmured when her breathing
equalized.
    Lyle tightened his grip on her and
tilted her head up. “We're just getting started.” He took her hand
and guided it south. “Second serving coming up. Dessert comes
later.”
    Hours later Kim arrived to find them
prepping the kitchen for the lunch crowd. He didn't need to ask.
Their individual body languages spelled it out in the form of a
quick smile or a random touch.
    Kim went into the back room to change
into his chef outfit. The cot was well made, the sheets hospital
tight, the blanket neatly folded, pillow on top. The tell-tale sign
was in the wet shower stall in the adjacent bathroom, the torn
curtain a testament to how well it had been put to use.
    Kim looked upward and mumbled, “Oh
great and honored Spirit, let these two children find their way.”
Then he laughed, at them and at himself. “Or I'll kick that horse's
ass all the way to the Great Hunting Ground in the sky.”
     
    *
     
    Rita Lambert cooed over a rack of baby
sleepers while Kylie sneaked glances at the expensive labels. It
was Saturday afternoon and they'd just come from the