It wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t earth-shattering. Those kinds of descriptions had always struck him as fiction.
Lexi made him believe.
She collapsed onto the hard surface, every muscle in her body slack. Her arms and legs sprawled drunkenly and her eyes were screwed closed. Her mouth hung open, sucking in as much breath as possible.
From his position between her open legs, Brett stared up the line of her body. Her hair was wild and in complete disarray, so different from the tight, containing ponytail she always wore. Her skin was flushed, not just from desire, but from the rub of his stubble-roughened cheeks over her body.
She was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
He wanted her even more now than he had before. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight, at least. Although, if he didn’t get out of here in the next few moments he wasn’t sure his good intentions would hold up.
The chair creaked when he stood. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the shirt Lexi had dropped onto the cushion. Gently gathering her into his arms, he tugged it on over her shoulders and buttoned it.
Her eyes opened. She watched him with a languid appreciation that did nothing to cool the need pounding through him.
Lifting her up, he set her into the chair he’d just vacated. She smiled up at him, her body melting back against the wood.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her mouth. It was quick and chaste, although he didn’t want it to be. “Thank you for dinner,” he whispered against her skin.
He was halfway to the door when her voice stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t turn to look at her. If he didn’t leave now he was going to lose his head and do something they’d both regret. As it was, his control was about to snap.
“Leaving.”
The sultry July air blasted across his naked chest. But he didn’t care. Losing his shirt was well worth the gift she’d just given him.
Besides, he desperately needed to cool off.
* * *
H E ’ D LEFT . Brett Newcomb had driven her crazy, given her the best orgasm she could ever remember and just...left. Without expecting anything in return.
She should be grateful to him for thinking clearly when she obviously couldn’t. So why was she angry?
All day she’d expected something. For him to call. Or come into the store. Something. But after days of seeing him everywhere, he was nowhere to be found.
Which only pissed her off more.
What kind of man did that and just walked away?
Lexi fought against embarrassment and guilt. She wasn’t the kind of woman who expected a man to be her plaything, but this was taking things to the extreme. She did expect to give as good as she got, and Brett hadn’t even given her the chance. He’d left while she was still overwhelmed from that orgasm.
Now she owed him. And that didn’t sit very well with her.
Although that was assuming he cared to collect.
Part of her worried that he’d left because he hadn’t wanted to finish what he started. That the moment he’d seen her naked he decided he was out, but was too much of a gentleman to leave her turned on and wanting.
Lexi groaned. Across the counter Mrs. Voss looked at her like she’d lost her mind. Maybe she had.
Pasting on a smile, she tried to pull her head back where it belonged—to her business. But she couldn’t quite stop the telltale blush from flaming up her cheeks.
Lexi worried everyone knew exactly what it meant.
A couple of times she’d contemplated picking up the phone and calling him but decided against it. If he didn’t want to see her, then she should be grateful.
Brett Newcomb was totally out of her league. Gorgeous, sexy, charming and worldly. He didn’t fit in Sweetheart. No doubt Brett was used to fancy restaurants, museums and everything else Philadelphia could offer that Sweetheart didn’t.
The only reason he could have wanted her in the first place was those damn chocolates. She should have known better than to tempt fate and get
Lexi made him believe.
She collapsed onto the hard surface, every muscle in her body slack. Her arms and legs sprawled drunkenly and her eyes were screwed closed. Her mouth hung open, sucking in as much breath as possible.
From his position between her open legs, Brett stared up the line of her body. Her hair was wild and in complete disarray, so different from the tight, containing ponytail she always wore. Her skin was flushed, not just from desire, but from the rub of his stubble-roughened cheeks over her body.
She was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
He wanted her even more now than he had before. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight, at least. Although, if he didn’t get out of here in the next few moments he wasn’t sure his good intentions would hold up.
The chair creaked when he stood. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the shirt Lexi had dropped onto the cushion. Gently gathering her into his arms, he tugged it on over her shoulders and buttoned it.
Her eyes opened. She watched him with a languid appreciation that did nothing to cool the need pounding through him.
Lifting her up, he set her into the chair he’d just vacated. She smiled up at him, her body melting back against the wood.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her mouth. It was quick and chaste, although he didn’t want it to be. “Thank you for dinner,” he whispered against her skin.
He was halfway to the door when her voice stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t turn to look at her. If he didn’t leave now he was going to lose his head and do something they’d both regret. As it was, his control was about to snap.
“Leaving.”
The sultry July air blasted across his naked chest. But he didn’t care. Losing his shirt was well worth the gift she’d just given him.
Besides, he desperately needed to cool off.
* * *
H E ’ D LEFT . Brett Newcomb had driven her crazy, given her the best orgasm she could ever remember and just...left. Without expecting anything in return.
She should be grateful to him for thinking clearly when she obviously couldn’t. So why was she angry?
All day she’d expected something. For him to call. Or come into the store. Something. But after days of seeing him everywhere, he was nowhere to be found.
Which only pissed her off more.
What kind of man did that and just walked away?
Lexi fought against embarrassment and guilt. She wasn’t the kind of woman who expected a man to be her plaything, but this was taking things to the extreme. She did expect to give as good as she got, and Brett hadn’t even given her the chance. He’d left while she was still overwhelmed from that orgasm.
Now she owed him. And that didn’t sit very well with her.
Although that was assuming he cared to collect.
Part of her worried that he’d left because he hadn’t wanted to finish what he started. That the moment he’d seen her naked he decided he was out, but was too much of a gentleman to leave her turned on and wanting.
Lexi groaned. Across the counter Mrs. Voss looked at her like she’d lost her mind. Maybe she had.
Pasting on a smile, she tried to pull her head back where it belonged—to her business. But she couldn’t quite stop the telltale blush from flaming up her cheeks.
Lexi worried everyone knew exactly what it meant.
A couple of times she’d contemplated picking up the phone and calling him but decided against it. If he didn’t want to see her, then she should be grateful.
Brett Newcomb was totally out of her league. Gorgeous, sexy, charming and worldly. He didn’t fit in Sweetheart. No doubt Brett was used to fancy restaurants, museums and everything else Philadelphia could offer that Sweetheart didn’t.
The only reason he could have wanted her in the first place was those damn chocolates. She should have known better than to tempt fate and get
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