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Authors: Helen Lacey, Stella Maclean
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She’d changed her clothes, too. The skirt was long but somehow sexy the way it moved across her legs as she stepped closer. And her hair was loose and hung like a crown around her head, highlighting the amazing color of her eyes and perfectly shaped mouth. He couldn’t drag his gaze away from her, couldn’t seem to make himself look elsewhere.
“Sorry?” he heard himself say, and wondered why she’d followed him into the garden.
She pointed to the well. “The money from the wishes,” she explained. “I scoop it out once a year and donate it to a charity.”
“It’s not making you rich, then?”
She smiled. “Hardly. People don’t seem to believe in wishes all that much anymore.”
Scott crossed his arms. “Do you?” he asked, feeling hot and tense all of a sudden, and knowing it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about Evie’s incredibly kissable mouth.
“Do I believe in wishes?” She took another step toward the well and peered into it. “I’m not sure. I guess that would be like saying I believe in magic.” She stepped back. “I haven’t thought about magic for a long time.”
“And did you have magic with your husband?” Scott had no idea where the question came from, or why he was asking it. It was intensely personal—and way out of line. And he was even more astounded when she responded.
“A kind of magic, I suppose.” She pushed a stray pebble back between the cracks in the stone pavers with her sandal. “Loving someone can feel like that—like you can do anything, achieve anything.” She stopped, looked at him and gave a wry smile. “I’m not normally so sentimental.”
Neither was he. But being around Evie pushed his buttons—all kinds of buttons. And some of them seemed to border on sentimental. Romantic, even. He looked at her, felt the vibrations coming off her pierce through him. Whatever he was feeling, he was pretty sure she was feeling it, too.
Somehow, she was suddenly in front of him. She looked as though she wanted to say something but stopped. Then her gaze lifted up to meet his. It was all he needed. His arms moved around her and after a flash of resistance, her palms rested against his chest.
And because he knew that at that moment there was nothing else for either of them, Scott took a breath and then kissed her amazing mouth.
Chapter Five
A t some point a voice of reason was going to interrupt and tell Evie to stop kissing Scott Jones. Or get him to stop kissing her. Either way, she knew it had to end. Kisses like this weren’t real. They were the stuff of fairy tales and silly movies. The kind of kisses her friend Fiona swooned over and insisted were so worth waiting for.
Okay—so being kissed by Scott was worth waiting for. In fact, as his mouth slanted over her own to deepen the contact, the thrill of it jolted every inch of skin covering her bones. The man certainly knew how to kiss.
But it really has to stop...
Only...when his hands moved across her hips and drew her against him, Evie lost all coherent thought. She felt his breath, his lips, his tongue, and she returned the kiss, wary at first, giving a little, taking more and really feeling for the first time since...forever. No woman could resist this, a faraway voice taunted. No flesh-and-blood woman would want to.
And Evie was quickly discovering she was very much a flesh-and-blood woman—and that she liked kissing Scott. She liked it so much her skin was searing and her blood felt molten hot in her veins. Desire... the little voice sang out again. That’s what this was. Lust. Hunger. Sex.
Sex without love? Could she do that? Making love when love had nothing to do with it? Evie knew she simply wasn’t built that way. No matter how divine his mouth felt.
He must have sensed her growing reticence because he ended the kiss and gently released her. “I’m guessing you don’t think this is a good idea?”
Evie’s skin heated. “Do you?”
“It’s just a kiss.” He said the
“Sorry?” he heard himself say, and wondered why she’d followed him into the garden.
She pointed to the well. “The money from the wishes,” she explained. “I scoop it out once a year and donate it to a charity.”
“It’s not making you rich, then?”
She smiled. “Hardly. People don’t seem to believe in wishes all that much anymore.”
Scott crossed his arms. “Do you?” he asked, feeling hot and tense all of a sudden, and knowing it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about Evie’s incredibly kissable mouth.
“Do I believe in wishes?” She took another step toward the well and peered into it. “I’m not sure. I guess that would be like saying I believe in magic.” She stepped back. “I haven’t thought about magic for a long time.”
“And did you have magic with your husband?” Scott had no idea where the question came from, or why he was asking it. It was intensely personal—and way out of line. And he was even more astounded when she responded.
“A kind of magic, I suppose.” She pushed a stray pebble back between the cracks in the stone pavers with her sandal. “Loving someone can feel like that—like you can do anything, achieve anything.” She stopped, looked at him and gave a wry smile. “I’m not normally so sentimental.”
Neither was he. But being around Evie pushed his buttons—all kinds of buttons. And some of them seemed to border on sentimental. Romantic, even. He looked at her, felt the vibrations coming off her pierce through him. Whatever he was feeling, he was pretty sure she was feeling it, too.
Somehow, she was suddenly in front of him. She looked as though she wanted to say something but stopped. Then her gaze lifted up to meet his. It was all he needed. His arms moved around her and after a flash of resistance, her palms rested against his chest.
And because he knew that at that moment there was nothing else for either of them, Scott took a breath and then kissed her amazing mouth.
Chapter Five
A t some point a voice of reason was going to interrupt and tell Evie to stop kissing Scott Jones. Or get him to stop kissing her. Either way, she knew it had to end. Kisses like this weren’t real. They were the stuff of fairy tales and silly movies. The kind of kisses her friend Fiona swooned over and insisted were so worth waiting for.
Okay—so being kissed by Scott was worth waiting for. In fact, as his mouth slanted over her own to deepen the contact, the thrill of it jolted every inch of skin covering her bones. The man certainly knew how to kiss.
But it really has to stop...
Only...when his hands moved across her hips and drew her against him, Evie lost all coherent thought. She felt his breath, his lips, his tongue, and she returned the kiss, wary at first, giving a little, taking more and really feeling for the first time since...forever. No woman could resist this, a faraway voice taunted. No flesh-and-blood woman would want to.
And Evie was quickly discovering she was very much a flesh-and-blood woman—and that she liked kissing Scott. She liked it so much her skin was searing and her blood felt molten hot in her veins. Desire... the little voice sang out again. That’s what this was. Lust. Hunger. Sex.
Sex without love? Could she do that? Making love when love had nothing to do with it? Evie knew she simply wasn’t built that way. No matter how divine his mouth felt.
He must have sensed her growing reticence because he ended the kiss and gently released her. “I’m guessing you don’t think this is a good idea?”
Evie’s skin heated. “Do you?”
“It’s just a kiss.” He said the
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