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ripples, giggling at the stirrings of desire that leapt within. She was
beginning to really enjoy this movie-watching idea of his. Her hand hit the
hard leather of his belt. Not liking it, she made her way to the buckle.
“Bree, I don’t think that’s a good
idea,” Todd’s hand stopped hers from loosening the offending belt.
“I disagree, Todd,” she answered,
leaving her hand in his and slithering up to the side of his neck. Her tongue
flicked over his warm skin. “Mm…” she groaned, “you taste good.”
Todd was frozen. He really wanted to
give into her and rid themselves of this lust they’d been carrying around and
denying, but his sense of right wouldn’t let him. He’d never taken a drunk
woman to bed and he wasn’t about to start with Bree. She deserved a lot better
than that.
Todd grabbed both of her hands and held
them to her side, careful not to hurt her. “Bree,” he pleaded, “you’re drunk,
and I won't take advantage of you.”
“Then let’s just look at it as me taking
advantage of you,” Bree purred against his ear, her hot breath shooting shards
of lust straight to his groin.
Todd got up, accidentally pushing her to
the side. The laptop nearly got knocked off the table and he scrambled to
steady it. Cursing, he straightened up then yelped when Bree stood right behind
him, cupping his rear.
“Bree, stop it!” Todd moved to the other
side of the room. Even drunk and not herself, she was beautiful, the light from
the fire casting a golden hue around her. It was taking all his inner strength
to not go to her and slate his need.
“I’m going to sleep upstairs and I’m
locking the door,” Todd stated. “We have a life together as parents and I’m not
going to disrespect you with a one-night stand. I want you, Bree. I want you
more than I can remember. And when we make love again, I want you fully aware
of what we’re doing because that’s what you deserve.”
“Fine!” Bree shouted. “Run away. Run
away like you’ve run from everything in your life. Run away again from me. I’m
used to it.”
The last sight Todd had of Bree that night
was of her sitting and pouting on the sofa, uttering a string of expletives and
derogatory comments about her. They said that a drunken fool offered no lies.
So, the words she uttered banked the need, but the pain that replaced it, cut
to the bone.
Chapter
6
Bree woke up with a pounding head.
Groaning, she squinted around the room. The storm and natural twilight of the
Alaskan day offered little light, but it was enough to hammer at her aching
head. She’d slept on the sofa, her clothing, and the blanket bunched up.
Embers'd turned to ashes in the fireplace and the laptop jogged her memory.
She’d been watching a movie with Todd. The empty wine glass, a smudge of
lipstick on it, hit home. She’d gotten drunk. She remembered that and she’d
remembered … well… she actually didn’t remember.
Smells were coming from the kitchen
where Todd must be cooking up some breakfast. They were smells that made her
want to hurl. Eggs had never done that to her before. Cursing, through the
alcohol-induced fog, she realized that she was experiencing her first hangover.
Frankly, she didn’t see what the fuss was about. Bree lay back down and pulled
the blanket over her head.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Todd stated, pulling
the blanket down.
“Leave me alone, Todd,” Bree croaked, her
voice sounding like a frog, her throat parched.
“Aspirin and water,” Todd held out a
glass and a pill.
Nodding, Bree sat up slowly, the room
whirling a bit at first. “Thank you,” she said after gulping down first water,
then pill, then water again. “Thank you,” she repeated before lying down again.
“Nope,” Todd stated, pulling the blanket
completely off and grabbing her by the waist.
“What the heck?” Bree exclaimed as he
threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed up the stairs. “Todd,
put me down.”
“I
ripples, giggling at the stirrings of desire that leapt within. She was
beginning to really enjoy this movie-watching idea of his. Her hand hit the
hard leather of his belt. Not liking it, she made her way to the buckle.
“Bree, I don’t think that’s a good
idea,” Todd’s hand stopped hers from loosening the offending belt.
“I disagree, Todd,” she answered,
leaving her hand in his and slithering up to the side of his neck. Her tongue
flicked over his warm skin. “Mm…” she groaned, “you taste good.”
Todd was frozen. He really wanted to
give into her and rid themselves of this lust they’d been carrying around and
denying, but his sense of right wouldn’t let him. He’d never taken a drunk
woman to bed and he wasn’t about to start with Bree. She deserved a lot better
than that.
Todd grabbed both of her hands and held
them to her side, careful not to hurt her. “Bree,” he pleaded, “you’re drunk,
and I won't take advantage of you.”
“Then let’s just look at it as me taking
advantage of you,” Bree purred against his ear, her hot breath shooting shards
of lust straight to his groin.
Todd got up, accidentally pushing her to
the side. The laptop nearly got knocked off the table and he scrambled to
steady it. Cursing, he straightened up then yelped when Bree stood right behind
him, cupping his rear.
“Bree, stop it!” Todd moved to the other
side of the room. Even drunk and not herself, she was beautiful, the light from
the fire casting a golden hue around her. It was taking all his inner strength
to not go to her and slate his need.
“I’m going to sleep upstairs and I’m
locking the door,” Todd stated. “We have a life together as parents and I’m not
going to disrespect you with a one-night stand. I want you, Bree. I want you
more than I can remember. And when we make love again, I want you fully aware
of what we’re doing because that’s what you deserve.”
“Fine!” Bree shouted. “Run away. Run
away like you’ve run from everything in your life. Run away again from me. I’m
used to it.”
The last sight Todd had of Bree that night
was of her sitting and pouting on the sofa, uttering a string of expletives and
derogatory comments about her. They said that a drunken fool offered no lies.
So, the words she uttered banked the need, but the pain that replaced it, cut
to the bone.
Chapter
6
Bree woke up with a pounding head.
Groaning, she squinted around the room. The storm and natural twilight of the
Alaskan day offered little light, but it was enough to hammer at her aching
head. She’d slept on the sofa, her clothing, and the blanket bunched up.
Embers'd turned to ashes in the fireplace and the laptop jogged her memory.
She’d been watching a movie with Todd. The empty wine glass, a smudge of
lipstick on it, hit home. She’d gotten drunk. She remembered that and she’d
remembered … well… she actually didn’t remember.
Smells were coming from the kitchen
where Todd must be cooking up some breakfast. They were smells that made her
want to hurl. Eggs had never done that to her before. Cursing, through the
alcohol-induced fog, she realized that she was experiencing her first hangover.
Frankly, she didn’t see what the fuss was about. Bree lay back down and pulled
the blanket over her head.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Todd stated, pulling
the blanket down.
“Leave me alone, Todd,” Bree croaked, her
voice sounding like a frog, her throat parched.
“Aspirin and water,” Todd held out a
glass and a pill.
Nodding, Bree sat up slowly, the room
whirling a bit at first. “Thank you,” she said after gulping down first water,
then pill, then water again. “Thank you,” she repeated before lying down again.
“Nope,” Todd stated, pulling the blanket
completely off and grabbing her by the waist.
“What the heck?” Bree exclaimed as he
threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed up the stairs. “Todd,
put me down.”
“I
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