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forward to taste her. Would tasting her be enough? He was afraid the answer to that was a resounding no.
“Hotel food gets old after a while,” he said, trying to keep his mind on track with difficulty.
“Well, don’t look at me.” She really had the prettiest eyes, despite the wariness he saw in them. The color changed from hazel to a rich amber-brown when she smiled. It wasn’t a fully fledged smile, but it did ease some of the tension around her lush mouth. “I’m not a very good cook.”
He ran a thumb over the smooth skin on the back of her hand again, saw the nerves jump in her eyes.
She was still a little wary, but she wasn’t afraid. He tried to ignore his own physical reaction to touching Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
her. The elevated heartbeat, the sudden sensation of euphoria were just his body’s response to the closeness of a beautiful woman. “We’ll have to hire someone then,” he said easily, shifting closer into her personal space. Getting her ready to accept him.
“Absolutely,” she told him seriously, eyes bright with amusement. “We both like to eat. And the children will need to be fed.”
“No problem.” He wanted to turn her hand over and press his mouth to her palm. He wanted to feel the rapid pulse that beat just beneath her skin. He wanted her soft pale hands on his body. “My folks will be delighted when Michael, Matt, and Mark arrive. How about your folks? Are you close?”
“Sorry. The kids will only have one set of grandparents. Mine died a long time ago.”
She was a social liar. Good enough if one wasn’t watching her eyes. She made just the right amount of eye contact. She didn’t fidget. And if he hadn’t been watching her so closely he would have missed the small tell of her pupils dilating.
“I’m sorry. Were you close?”
“I don’t like to talk about them, do you mind?”
Hmm. Not even an attempt to bullshit about them. Interesting. Intriguing. “Okay,” he said easily, taking another drink of his still-hot coffee and moving in another few inches so that their knees touched under the table. “We won’t.”
Well, damn. What had he expected? That she’d give up her father’s address to a stranger an hour after meeting? Caleb wished he had his brother Gabriel’s ability to read minds. It would be handy as hell right now. He was tempted to TiVo time back to when she and her father had split.
Unfortunately he didn’t have an exact date or precise location, and without those he’d be screwing around trying to pinpoint the timing. A waste of valuable time and energy.
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He could smell her soap or shampoo. Fresh. Clean. Female. Not expensive perfume, just soap and the natural fragrance of her skin. Being this close to her was like an aphrodisiac. Good in a torturous kinda way.
He’d never been this turned on by a woman seated three feet away. And damned sure not when in a public place. He wanted to lean over and kiss her. Ludicrous that he was even thinking it, let alone this freaking tempted to throw caution to the winds, give in to the craving, and do it. If she’d been any other woman in the world, he wouldn’t have hesitated or given it another thought.
But she was Heather Shaw. Caleb was willing to go as far as necessary to extract the information he needed. But he doubted, unfortunately, that he’d have to make love to her to get what he needed.
He forced himself not to imagine teleporting her directly to the bed in his hotel up the street. Forced himself not to imagine burying his face against her creamy skin. Forced himself not to imagine the overwhelming release of burying himself deep inside her.
Caleb figured he was suffering for the good of T-FLAC and his country and took another drink of his coffee before asking, “How about brothers and sisters?”
The slight tension in her shoulders
“Hotel food gets old after a while,” he said, trying to keep his mind on track with difficulty.
“Well, don’t look at me.” She really had the prettiest eyes, despite the wariness he saw in them. The color changed from hazel to a rich amber-brown when she smiled. It wasn’t a fully fledged smile, but it did ease some of the tension around her lush mouth. “I’m not a very good cook.”
He ran a thumb over the smooth skin on the back of her hand again, saw the nerves jump in her eyes.
She was still a little wary, but she wasn’t afraid. He tried to ignore his own physical reaction to touching Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
her. The elevated heartbeat, the sudden sensation of euphoria were just his body’s response to the closeness of a beautiful woman. “We’ll have to hire someone then,” he said easily, shifting closer into her personal space. Getting her ready to accept him.
“Absolutely,” she told him seriously, eyes bright with amusement. “We both like to eat. And the children will need to be fed.”
“No problem.” He wanted to turn her hand over and press his mouth to her palm. He wanted to feel the rapid pulse that beat just beneath her skin. He wanted her soft pale hands on his body. “My folks will be delighted when Michael, Matt, and Mark arrive. How about your folks? Are you close?”
“Sorry. The kids will only have one set of grandparents. Mine died a long time ago.”
She was a social liar. Good enough if one wasn’t watching her eyes. She made just the right amount of eye contact. She didn’t fidget. And if he hadn’t been watching her so closely he would have missed the small tell of her pupils dilating.
“I’m sorry. Were you close?”
“I don’t like to talk about them, do you mind?”
Hmm. Not even an attempt to bullshit about them. Interesting. Intriguing. “Okay,” he said easily, taking another drink of his still-hot coffee and moving in another few inches so that their knees touched under the table. “We won’t.”
Well, damn. What had he expected? That she’d give up her father’s address to a stranger an hour after meeting? Caleb wished he had his brother Gabriel’s ability to read minds. It would be handy as hell right now. He was tempted to TiVo time back to when she and her father had split.
Unfortunately he didn’t have an exact date or precise location, and without those he’d be screwing around trying to pinpoint the timing. A waste of valuable time and energy.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
He could smell her soap or shampoo. Fresh. Clean. Female. Not expensive perfume, just soap and the natural fragrance of her skin. Being this close to her was like an aphrodisiac. Good in a torturous kinda way.
He’d never been this turned on by a woman seated three feet away. And damned sure not when in a public place. He wanted to lean over and kiss her. Ludicrous that he was even thinking it, let alone this freaking tempted to throw caution to the winds, give in to the craving, and do it. If she’d been any other woman in the world, he wouldn’t have hesitated or given it another thought.
But she was Heather Shaw. Caleb was willing to go as far as necessary to extract the information he needed. But he doubted, unfortunately, that he’d have to make love to her to get what he needed.
He forced himself not to imagine teleporting her directly to the bed in his hotel up the street. Forced himself not to imagine burying his face against her creamy skin. Forced himself not to imagine the overwhelming release of burying himself deep inside her.
Caleb figured he was suffering for the good of T-FLAC and his country and took another drink of his coffee before asking, “How about brothers and sisters?”
The slight tension in her shoulders
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