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her eyebrows.
“Are you reading my mind again?”
“You’re broadcasting again. It’s hard not to know what you’re thinking.”
Tom took a breath, wondering if she’d know the answer to one question that plagued him all day. Or plagued him in those small moments when he wasn’t contemplating what to do to Vonda’s body.
“Did Margie say why, if I’m a genetically defective werewolf, I have telepathic abilities? Among other things.”
“What other things?” Vonda stuck another plate in the rack.
“Did she or didn’t she?”
“Maybe. What other things?”
“Are you always this stubborn?”
Vonda grinned. “On occasion.”
Tom snorted. “Uh-huh. I’ll go first. Sometimes I know what’s going to happen before it happens. Now it’s your turn.”
“She might have mentioned something.”
“Hey, no fair. I told you, the least you can do is return the favor.”
“I will. But there are other things that have been on my mind all day concerning you and talking isn’t it.” Vonda raised her eyes to his, her amber irises glowing.
Ditto for him. So far this conversation was better than he thought it would be. “Yeah? Like what?” He couldn’t help the grin that curled his lips.
She lightly slapped him on the upper arm. “Like what?”
Tom caught her wrist and pulled her toward him. “I can do better than last night if you’d like to try it.”
Her hands slid up his chest, winding around the nape of his neck. “You have really good ideas tonight, mister.”
“Glad you like them.”
Warm lips touched his and the same spark he felt yesterday when he shook her hand shot through him. Heat circulated through his body, his heart thumping a frantic beat. Muscles tightened as if he prepared for a race instead of a horizontal bed session. The scent of Vonda’s skin pushed his desire to a new level, thickening his erection. If the damn thing got any bigger, it would unzip his pants on its own. Not like he was complaining, at least all parts were a go.
Vonda’s body pressed against his as he deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue against hers. With one foot, he closed the dishwasher door.
“Why don’t we go in the bedroom?” Tom whispered in Vonda’s ear.
She shivered. “What’s wrong with the kitchen?”
“Elizabeth might not stay put.”
“Oh, yeah. Bedroom it is.”
She started walking in the direction of the bedroom, but Tom reached for her hand, turning her to face him. Lowering his head, he kissed her, not wanting to lose contact with her body even for the short distance to the bedroom. Vonda let out a little squeak when he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet.
Despite what studies showed about men, he could do two things at once, kissing and walking while holding Vonda. And with his erection straining against his zipper after four years of inactivity, he was so the man.
Despite his poor performance last night and the fact Vonda would be the only woman since his wife died who he slept with, he felt an amazing lack of nerves. Being with Vonda felt right, as if his entire life happened to lead him to her.
The bedroom door shut with a resounding click when he nudged it with his foot, closing him in with his fate.
****
Vonda moaned as Tom’s tongue swept against hers. His kisses made her legs weak. Thank goodness his arms remained around her waist, keeping her from falling. She tilted her head back as he kissed down her neck, nipping gently at her shoulder. The fire that shot through her veins burned hotter than anything she felt before. Something about being around Tom made the mating heat stronger, and yet his touch calmed her. As if curling up next to him would make everything in her life okay.
His mouth burned a trail of kisses from her shoulder across her skin to where her tank top began. When his arms loosened around her waist, she clutched at his shirt to remain on her feet. Tom slid his hands under her tank top, pulled it over her head and
“Are you reading my mind again?”
“You’re broadcasting again. It’s hard not to know what you’re thinking.”
Tom took a breath, wondering if she’d know the answer to one question that plagued him all day. Or plagued him in those small moments when he wasn’t contemplating what to do to Vonda’s body.
“Did Margie say why, if I’m a genetically defective werewolf, I have telepathic abilities? Among other things.”
“What other things?” Vonda stuck another plate in the rack.
“Did she or didn’t she?”
“Maybe. What other things?”
“Are you always this stubborn?”
Vonda grinned. “On occasion.”
Tom snorted. “Uh-huh. I’ll go first. Sometimes I know what’s going to happen before it happens. Now it’s your turn.”
“She might have mentioned something.”
“Hey, no fair. I told you, the least you can do is return the favor.”
“I will. But there are other things that have been on my mind all day concerning you and talking isn’t it.” Vonda raised her eyes to his, her amber irises glowing.
Ditto for him. So far this conversation was better than he thought it would be. “Yeah? Like what?” He couldn’t help the grin that curled his lips.
She lightly slapped him on the upper arm. “Like what?”
Tom caught her wrist and pulled her toward him. “I can do better than last night if you’d like to try it.”
Her hands slid up his chest, winding around the nape of his neck. “You have really good ideas tonight, mister.”
“Glad you like them.”
Warm lips touched his and the same spark he felt yesterday when he shook her hand shot through him. Heat circulated through his body, his heart thumping a frantic beat. Muscles tightened as if he prepared for a race instead of a horizontal bed session. The scent of Vonda’s skin pushed his desire to a new level, thickening his erection. If the damn thing got any bigger, it would unzip his pants on its own. Not like he was complaining, at least all parts were a go.
Vonda’s body pressed against his as he deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue against hers. With one foot, he closed the dishwasher door.
“Why don’t we go in the bedroom?” Tom whispered in Vonda’s ear.
She shivered. “What’s wrong with the kitchen?”
“Elizabeth might not stay put.”
“Oh, yeah. Bedroom it is.”
She started walking in the direction of the bedroom, but Tom reached for her hand, turning her to face him. Lowering his head, he kissed her, not wanting to lose contact with her body even for the short distance to the bedroom. Vonda let out a little squeak when he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet.
Despite what studies showed about men, he could do two things at once, kissing and walking while holding Vonda. And with his erection straining against his zipper after four years of inactivity, he was so the man.
Despite his poor performance last night and the fact Vonda would be the only woman since his wife died who he slept with, he felt an amazing lack of nerves. Being with Vonda felt right, as if his entire life happened to lead him to her.
The bedroom door shut with a resounding click when he nudged it with his foot, closing him in with his fate.
****
Vonda moaned as Tom’s tongue swept against hers. His kisses made her legs weak. Thank goodness his arms remained around her waist, keeping her from falling. She tilted her head back as he kissed down her neck, nipping gently at her shoulder. The fire that shot through her veins burned hotter than anything she felt before. Something about being around Tom made the mating heat stronger, and yet his touch calmed her. As if curling up next to him would make everything in her life okay.
His mouth burned a trail of kisses from her shoulder across her skin to where her tank top began. When his arms loosened around her waist, she clutched at his shirt to remain on her feet. Tom slid his hands under her tank top, pulled it over her head and
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