his lower body nestled against hers, igniting a heat that crept through her limbs. Her lips parted as he caught her gaze with his intense brown one. She wondered what he planned in retaliation for his injury. Was it bad to hope for a kiss? A punishing one of course.
“Good morning,” he said, in a rumbly voice which did nothing to ease the agitation of her body, but rather increased it. “Do you always greet visitors with possible concussions?”
“Visitor? How was I supposed to know it was you? I thought you were a robber!” She tried to hide her rapid pulse and flushed cheeks behind a partial truth. Yes, she’d initially thought him a bad guy, but the truth was, the reaction of her body owed less to fear and more to excitement that he pinned her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Apology accepted,” and then because she did feel a twinge of remorse, she asked. “Did I hurt you?” But she bit her tongue before she could also say, Do you need me to kiss you better?
“Does my pride count?” he asked, his lips quirking in a grin.
Okay, so a small flicker of pride lit inside at the admission she’d snuck up on him. Feline one, canine zero. “Perhaps you shouldn’t sneak into houses?”
“It’s not sneaking if I have a key. And, I might add, I did knock first.”
Hmm. So he had. But she couldn’t admit the rule forbidding her from answering. It sounded crazy and super controlling when spoken aloud. “I was busy.”
“Cooking I would assume? I guess I should count myself lucky you didn’t choose something more dangerous, like a spatula, or a fork.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “I did think of using the frying pan.”
“Ouch. I’ll consider myself warned. Next time, I’ll be sure to call out when I enter.”
“But what if I’m in the shower? I wouldn’t hear you then.” Why she tossed that out there, she couldn’t have said. The reaction proved interesting though. His gaze practically smoldered, and he shifted his hips against her, a hardness pressing against the vee of her thighs in a most delicious fashion.
“I should be so lucky,” he murmured.
Flustered at his innuendo, she pulled her hands free from his loose grip and pushed at his shoulders. Rock hard, and unyielding, she clenched her fingers into fists attempting to resist temptation. It didn’t work and her hands flattened on his shoulders.
“You should let me go.”
“And if I don’t want to,” he replied, dipping his head lower.
This close to him, the insanity of before returned in spades. Even without a scent, her cat made a fuss and her claws popped out of her fingers, wanting to dig into his flesh. Knead him and purrrrrr…
It wasn’t just her cat that was going nuts. She couldn’t stop her body from reacting, her core temperature rising while her heart pounded a mile a minute. She wanted to kiss the lips so close to hers. Remove Chris’s hat and run her fingers through his thick hair. Wanted to…
A tickle in her nose warned her. “Oh no. I have to sneeze,” she gasped. He reared back, but not far enough. She achooed with gale wind force right on to the front of his shirt.
It wasn’t pretty.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” she babbled, the heat in her body gone because it bolted to her cheeks.
Getting off of her, Chris stood and couldn’t quite mask the incredulity on his face as he stared at his shirt front. “It’s okay. Not your fault. I should have moved faster. Quite the cold you got there.”
Embarrassed, she nodded. “I’m really sorry. Usually, I can’t catch a thing, but the seniors home I work at is overrun with sick people this week. And, well my body hasn’t quite fought it off yet and… ” She trailed off as he grinned, his eyes twinkling.
“No big deal. My niece and nephew have done worse to me.”
“You’re an uncle?”
“Yup. My sister had twins. Cute little suckers too. But gooey. I don’t think that much drool is normal, but my sister insists it
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