her father stood in the window waiting
for her. That imposing shadow guaranteed to make any date drive away. Even
better, and possibly more effective, was one or all of her brothers. Of course
the time Ivan’s father showed up behind her date on his motorcycle took the
prize. Her date tripped trying to get away from her second dad.
With two fingers he touched her hair. “So what now?”
“I have to get up really early.” Hopefully her words served
as hint enough, though she wished she wanted to take him inside.
He moved in and she held her breath wanting, willing what
she felt earlier. Anything.
“Then I shall wish you a good night.” He gave her a nice
kiss on the cheek.
Nice.
The magic didn’t exist. She wondered what caused a spark.
Maybe with some it was a downpour, and with others only a drizzle. Both had
their benefits. “Thank you again.” Somehow she had to give it another try and
she kissed him once more time grazing the corner of his mouth.
A moan escaped his throat. He slid his hand behind her head
and began to pull her in. He might have experienced that indefinable something,
but she barely got a sprinkle, or even a light mist.
In a move Dillon taught her to ward off unwanted advances,
she put her hand up to his mouth, and giggled. Her brother said it would stop
every man because although things were ending, the giggle left room for
potential. “I really need to get inside.”
He kissed her fingers and smiled. “Let me walk you to the
door.”
“No, no, stay here.” She collected her purse and put a scarf
over her hair. “Stay dry.”
She managed to get out of the car without further protests,
and rushed around the back of the building to her studio. Her heart seized to
find a familiar form sitting on her step, and she skidded to a stop. “Ivan?”
“He didn’t walk you to the door?” He stood, his hair wet and
clinging to his face.
“It’s raining, I told him it was okay.” She took a breath
and moved under the awning.
“Yeah, so I sat through.” He leaned on the wall.
She dug her nails into her palm refusing to touch him, but
loving the sensation in her chest. He had turned her into an addict. “Why are
you here, Ivan?”
“I wanted to know if you had a good time on your date.”
“Why do you care?” The swinging of the pendulum was
beginning to give her motion sickness. One second they weren’t together, the
next they were making love. She didn’t even know which of them was the crazy
person.
“I don’t think you should be sleeping with our lawyer.” He
strummed his fingers on the wall.
“Really! When would I have the time?” With no doubt of who
was insane, she stomped up to him. “Oh yeah, who am I supposed to sleep with?
You?”
He opened his mouth.
“According to you, I should sleep with my brother’s best
friend but not date him. I’m too young to be with, but not too young to screw.”
She poked her finger into his chest. “Maybe I should sleep with you and date
James…then I’d have the best of both worlds. You can get your rocks off and I
can have a guy who will take me out.”
“Then I don’t know why you aren’t streamlining your
operation and sleeping with James as well.”
“This is why.” She circled his neck with her arms, pulling
him down to her lips.
The tension between them vanished into thin air to be
replaced with magic.
Their bodies fit together and made everything in the world
disappear.
Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, held her close in
the way that made her believe the illusion of Ivan could be real. In unison
they opened their mouths, their tongues touched. Tingles overtook her and her
stomach bottomed out at the same time. Only Ivan could conjure those strange
sensations that put her under a spell.
They broke the kiss, but Ivan continued to hold her, now
running his fingers against her cheek, down her neck to the side of her breast.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” He kissed her lips
and
for her. That imposing shadow guaranteed to make any date drive away. Even
better, and possibly more effective, was one or all of her brothers. Of course
the time Ivan’s father showed up behind her date on his motorcycle took the
prize. Her date tripped trying to get away from her second dad.
With two fingers he touched her hair. “So what now?”
“I have to get up really early.” Hopefully her words served
as hint enough, though she wished she wanted to take him inside.
He moved in and she held her breath wanting, willing what
she felt earlier. Anything.
“Then I shall wish you a good night.” He gave her a nice
kiss on the cheek.
Nice.
The magic didn’t exist. She wondered what caused a spark.
Maybe with some it was a downpour, and with others only a drizzle. Both had
their benefits. “Thank you again.” Somehow she had to give it another try and
she kissed him once more time grazing the corner of his mouth.
A moan escaped his throat. He slid his hand behind her head
and began to pull her in. He might have experienced that indefinable something,
but she barely got a sprinkle, or even a light mist.
In a move Dillon taught her to ward off unwanted advances,
she put her hand up to his mouth, and giggled. Her brother said it would stop
every man because although things were ending, the giggle left room for
potential. “I really need to get inside.”
He kissed her fingers and smiled. “Let me walk you to the
door.”
“No, no, stay here.” She collected her purse and put a scarf
over her hair. “Stay dry.”
She managed to get out of the car without further protests,
and rushed around the back of the building to her studio. Her heart seized to
find a familiar form sitting on her step, and she skidded to a stop. “Ivan?”
“He didn’t walk you to the door?” He stood, his hair wet and
clinging to his face.
“It’s raining, I told him it was okay.” She took a breath
and moved under the awning.
“Yeah, so I sat through.” He leaned on the wall.
She dug her nails into her palm refusing to touch him, but
loving the sensation in her chest. He had turned her into an addict. “Why are
you here, Ivan?”
“I wanted to know if you had a good time on your date.”
“Why do you care?” The swinging of the pendulum was
beginning to give her motion sickness. One second they weren’t together, the
next they were making love. She didn’t even know which of them was the crazy
person.
“I don’t think you should be sleeping with our lawyer.” He
strummed his fingers on the wall.
“Really! When would I have the time?” With no doubt of who
was insane, she stomped up to him. “Oh yeah, who am I supposed to sleep with?
You?”
He opened his mouth.
“According to you, I should sleep with my brother’s best
friend but not date him. I’m too young to be with, but not too young to screw.”
She poked her finger into his chest. “Maybe I should sleep with you and date
James…then I’d have the best of both worlds. You can get your rocks off and I
can have a guy who will take me out.”
“Then I don’t know why you aren’t streamlining your
operation and sleeping with James as well.”
“This is why.” She circled his neck with her arms, pulling
him down to her lips.
The tension between them vanished into thin air to be
replaced with magic.
Their bodies fit together and made everything in the world
disappear.
Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, held her close in
the way that made her believe the illusion of Ivan could be real. In unison
they opened their mouths, their tongues touched. Tingles overtook her and her
stomach bottomed out at the same time. Only Ivan could conjure those strange
sensations that put her under a spell.
They broke the kiss, but Ivan continued to hold her, now
running his fingers against her cheek, down her neck to the side of her breast.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” He kissed her lips
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