spoke loud
enough for Dale to hear as she stood. They normally stuck around to put things
away and help him clean, so he knew Alice was trying to give him and Missy
privacy. Ivan sat with his wife on the couch, nearly climbing in her lap, so he
looked equally pleased with the idea.
Missy’s face had gone from red to pale. He’d let her leave
if she gave the slightest indication she wasn’t ready to be close to him. Maybe
he scared her. He’d gobbled her up with his gaze all night. Where had his
self-control gone? Right in the gutter, along with his thoughts.
Dale and Alice wished everyone a happy Thanksgiving and
left. He knew they’d exchanged a look about the heat between him and Missy. But
hell, he couldn’t hide it. He’d never wanted anyone like this before, and he
didn’t care who saw it.
After Ivan and Tina drove away, Missy turned to him with
questioning eyes, her mouth parted. He felt a leap of excitement when he read
the feelings there. “I’m not used to feeling like this.”
Let me touch you. He felt like a boy on a cliff,
staring at the deep water below. Jump, and it’ll be over. But he didn’t
move yet.
“Want help cleaning up this mess?” She glanced around, a
hand on her neck again.
“I didn’t get you alone to clean.” He pulled her into an
embrace without thinking or questioning it. “I’ve wanted to kiss your neck all
night.”
His mouth made her moan, and she leaned her head back. Brent
trailed his mouth up to her ear and his hands slid into her hair. The clip holding
her hair up popped.
She didn’t care. Kiss me!
With one hand, he brushed her hair over her shoulder and
slid his hand down the silky length of it. Since their bodies were pressed
together, he felt her body heat through her clothing. It made him want to feel
that heat skin to skin.
They mirrored smiles at each other when her head tilted back
to look at him. Heaven help him, he couldn’t hold back with her.
“Missy . . . if you don’t want to kiss me, you’d better run
now.”
She halfway smiled at that same warning.
“No way. I’m staying.” Her brown eyes held desire, not fear.
He saw the cloudy look in her eyes, and brought his mouth down on hers. Soft, warm
and ready. To gain her trust, he kept the contact light at first. But she
parted her lips in an invitation.
He felt like he took flight as she melted into him, molded
every inch of her to his body. Clinging to him, she welcomed his advance,
meeting his tongue. Urgency to devour her overwhelmed him.
Her sweet kiss turned passionate. She tilted her head, wrapped
her arms tighter around his neck, and kissed him with the same wildness he
felt.
He deepened the kiss when she moaned, but then she
hesitated. Pulling back, he saw her open her eyes to meet his gaze. She looked
both amazed and puzzled.
Murmuring, he asked, “Friends can kiss once in a while,
can’t they?”
“I’ll allow it today.” She looked at his lips and leaned
forward. Without looking away from his mouth, she ran a finger across his top
lip, then bottom.
He imagined pushing her back on the couch and kissing her
breathless, but he needed her trust.
“I love your mouth.” His words came out a whisper.
Suddenly her mouth landed on his, her body against him. She
shocked the socks off him by slipping her hands under his shirt and spreading
her fingers across his stomach.
She chewed on his bottom lip to drive him crazy. The kiss
deepened.
She pulled him with her and fell back on the couch. “Touch
me.”
Had she somehow seen his fantasy in his eyes?
“Are you sure?” He didn’t plan on pushing things. She didn’t
answer, just grabbed his hand and pulled it against her. So she wasn’t an
uptight city girl, but an adventurous siren.
Had she ever seemed like a city girl? He gave into the
fantasy, letting his hands explore, feeling her soft skin under her shirt. He
ran a hand slowly up her back, feeling her arch. A tiny voice warned to take it
slow but he couldn’t
enough for Dale to hear as she stood. They normally stuck around to put things
away and help him clean, so he knew Alice was trying to give him and Missy
privacy. Ivan sat with his wife on the couch, nearly climbing in her lap, so he
looked equally pleased with the idea.
Missy’s face had gone from red to pale. He’d let her leave
if she gave the slightest indication she wasn’t ready to be close to him. Maybe
he scared her. He’d gobbled her up with his gaze all night. Where had his
self-control gone? Right in the gutter, along with his thoughts.
Dale and Alice wished everyone a happy Thanksgiving and
left. He knew they’d exchanged a look about the heat between him and Missy. But
hell, he couldn’t hide it. He’d never wanted anyone like this before, and he
didn’t care who saw it.
After Ivan and Tina drove away, Missy turned to him with
questioning eyes, her mouth parted. He felt a leap of excitement when he read
the feelings there. “I’m not used to feeling like this.”
Let me touch you. He felt like a boy on a cliff,
staring at the deep water below. Jump, and it’ll be over. But he didn’t
move yet.
“Want help cleaning up this mess?” She glanced around, a
hand on her neck again.
“I didn’t get you alone to clean.” He pulled her into an
embrace without thinking or questioning it. “I’ve wanted to kiss your neck all
night.”
His mouth made her moan, and she leaned her head back. Brent
trailed his mouth up to her ear and his hands slid into her hair. The clip holding
her hair up popped.
She didn’t care. Kiss me!
With one hand, he brushed her hair over her shoulder and
slid his hand down the silky length of it. Since their bodies were pressed
together, he felt her body heat through her clothing. It made him want to feel
that heat skin to skin.
They mirrored smiles at each other when her head tilted back
to look at him. Heaven help him, he couldn’t hold back with her.
“Missy . . . if you don’t want to kiss me, you’d better run
now.”
She halfway smiled at that same warning.
“No way. I’m staying.” Her brown eyes held desire, not fear.
He saw the cloudy look in her eyes, and brought his mouth down on hers. Soft, warm
and ready. To gain her trust, he kept the contact light at first. But she
parted her lips in an invitation.
He felt like he took flight as she melted into him, molded
every inch of her to his body. Clinging to him, she welcomed his advance,
meeting his tongue. Urgency to devour her overwhelmed him.
Her sweet kiss turned passionate. She tilted her head, wrapped
her arms tighter around his neck, and kissed him with the same wildness he
felt.
He deepened the kiss when she moaned, but then she
hesitated. Pulling back, he saw her open her eyes to meet his gaze. She looked
both amazed and puzzled.
Murmuring, he asked, “Friends can kiss once in a while,
can’t they?”
“I’ll allow it today.” She looked at his lips and leaned
forward. Without looking away from his mouth, she ran a finger across his top
lip, then bottom.
He imagined pushing her back on the couch and kissing her
breathless, but he needed her trust.
“I love your mouth.” His words came out a whisper.
Suddenly her mouth landed on his, her body against him. She
shocked the socks off him by slipping her hands under his shirt and spreading
her fingers across his stomach.
She chewed on his bottom lip to drive him crazy. The kiss
deepened.
She pulled him with her and fell back on the couch. “Touch
me.”
Had she somehow seen his fantasy in his eyes?
“Are you sure?” He didn’t plan on pushing things. She didn’t
answer, just grabbed his hand and pulled it against her. So she wasn’t an
uptight city girl, but an adventurous siren.
Had she ever seemed like a city girl? He gave into the
fantasy, letting his hands explore, feeling her soft skin under her shirt. He
ran a hand slowly up her back, feeling her arch. A tiny voice warned to take it
slow but he couldn’t
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