I won’t push.”
His sexy voice sent shivers rushing through her body. She knew he felt them. No sense denying it or hiding it, she was turned on. But she wasn’t ready to go any further than kissing. Turning her head back, she kissed him again, trying not to squirm in his lap, but it was hard.
Minutes later, she pulled back and laid her forehead on his shoulder, her breath was coming in short gasps. “Wow.”
She heard him chuckle. She didn’t think it was humorous and hadn’t realized she even said that out loud.
He shifted her off his lap and helped her to a standing position. “I think it’s time for me to leave.”
Following him to the door, she paused and reached for the handle, only to have him stop her, kiss her senseless once again, then open the door. “Lock up after me. I’ll talk to you soon.”
He shut the door. She locked it after he left and stood there panting. He was definitely dangerous.
Unexpected
He drove home beaming. The night had turned out better than he expected.
Well, not quite. He wished that chocolate and coffee had been code words but hadn’t really expected it. Anyone who hadn’t dated in over a year wasn’t going to jump in bed with someone on the first date. Second date, actually. He was counting dinner together on her shift as their first date.
Boy, she had looked fine tonight. Better than fine. Those fitted jeans with those heels—classic. And just his style. Not that he didn’t like to see a woman dressed up, but he was more basic, more casual. Jeans and heels worked for him. They always did. Especially jeans that fit on her like that.
Tall, lean and leggy—he loved that, too. No bending over, no leaning, in those heels she was right on his level, just a few inches shorter. He was secure enough in his manhood that having a woman almost the same height as him was just fine.
And he had been honest with her about losing at pool. He didn’t need to win at everything. Sometimes losing was actually winning in the end. Points for him, he hoped. But the truth of it was, he couldn’t have beaten her if he’d wanted to. She was good. He had been serious when he asked if she had been a pool shark in a former life.
Not only did she play pool well, but she also knew what moves to use to win. Moves with her body that was. It was almost like a choreographed dance. Twist just so, tilt a hip this way, bend a knee that way, lean in a bit more, flash a little cleavage. Oh yeah, she had moves all right, and that had done a number on him. She knew it too. He had no doubt.
Her apartment—now that was her. Walking in the front door, it was hard to miss the bold purple accent wall. It should have looked out of place and too… well, bold. But it didn’t. The rest of the room was a warm light taupe color. But her furniture, decor and throw rug were all varying shades of browns, with that rich purple thrown in. Just a hint, enough to say “look at me.”
Like her. Even at work, dressed in scrubs, her gorgeous body covered in loose baggie clothes, there was still something about her that screamed, “look at me.”
Aside from the bold way her place was decorated, he didn’t notice many personal touches. Nothing other than one picture of her and Lucy in a small frame on the corner of an end table.
Even her kitchen was pretty bare of anything personal. No pictures or notes on her refrigerator, nothing more than a few pieces of miscellaneous mail in the corner by her laptop. And an outdoor adventure magazine. That had been a pleasant discovery.
He remembered the stunned look on her face when he asked why she went into nursing. There was something behind it. He saw it in her eyes, but she hid it well. Almost as well as he hid things, but not good enough. It was a mystery for him to uncover.
The minute he pulled into his driveway his phone rang. “Harper,” he answered and listened for a second. “On my way.”
***
“Tell me everything,” Lucy said, setting her
His sexy voice sent shivers rushing through her body. She knew he felt them. No sense denying it or hiding it, she was turned on. But she wasn’t ready to go any further than kissing. Turning her head back, she kissed him again, trying not to squirm in his lap, but it was hard.
Minutes later, she pulled back and laid her forehead on his shoulder, her breath was coming in short gasps. “Wow.”
She heard him chuckle. She didn’t think it was humorous and hadn’t realized she even said that out loud.
He shifted her off his lap and helped her to a standing position. “I think it’s time for me to leave.”
Following him to the door, she paused and reached for the handle, only to have him stop her, kiss her senseless once again, then open the door. “Lock up after me. I’ll talk to you soon.”
He shut the door. She locked it after he left and stood there panting. He was definitely dangerous.
Unexpected
He drove home beaming. The night had turned out better than he expected.
Well, not quite. He wished that chocolate and coffee had been code words but hadn’t really expected it. Anyone who hadn’t dated in over a year wasn’t going to jump in bed with someone on the first date. Second date, actually. He was counting dinner together on her shift as their first date.
Boy, she had looked fine tonight. Better than fine. Those fitted jeans with those heels—classic. And just his style. Not that he didn’t like to see a woman dressed up, but he was more basic, more casual. Jeans and heels worked for him. They always did. Especially jeans that fit on her like that.
Tall, lean and leggy—he loved that, too. No bending over, no leaning, in those heels she was right on his level, just a few inches shorter. He was secure enough in his manhood that having a woman almost the same height as him was just fine.
And he had been honest with her about losing at pool. He didn’t need to win at everything. Sometimes losing was actually winning in the end. Points for him, he hoped. But the truth of it was, he couldn’t have beaten her if he’d wanted to. She was good. He had been serious when he asked if she had been a pool shark in a former life.
Not only did she play pool well, but she also knew what moves to use to win. Moves with her body that was. It was almost like a choreographed dance. Twist just so, tilt a hip this way, bend a knee that way, lean in a bit more, flash a little cleavage. Oh yeah, she had moves all right, and that had done a number on him. She knew it too. He had no doubt.
Her apartment—now that was her. Walking in the front door, it was hard to miss the bold purple accent wall. It should have looked out of place and too… well, bold. But it didn’t. The rest of the room was a warm light taupe color. But her furniture, decor and throw rug were all varying shades of browns, with that rich purple thrown in. Just a hint, enough to say “look at me.”
Like her. Even at work, dressed in scrubs, her gorgeous body covered in loose baggie clothes, there was still something about her that screamed, “look at me.”
Aside from the bold way her place was decorated, he didn’t notice many personal touches. Nothing other than one picture of her and Lucy in a small frame on the corner of an end table.
Even her kitchen was pretty bare of anything personal. No pictures or notes on her refrigerator, nothing more than a few pieces of miscellaneous mail in the corner by her laptop. And an outdoor adventure magazine. That had been a pleasant discovery.
He remembered the stunned look on her face when he asked why she went into nursing. There was something behind it. He saw it in her eyes, but she hid it well. Almost as well as he hid things, but not good enough. It was a mystery for him to uncover.
The minute he pulled into his driveway his phone rang. “Harper,” he answered and listened for a second. “On my way.”
***
“Tell me everything,” Lucy said, setting her
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