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said breathlessly, “This isn’t me. I don’t just make out with guys I hardly know.”
“Me, either,” he said, and kissed her again, swallowing her laugh.
But Kelly pushed away. “No, seriously, I don’t do this.”
“We’re not doing anything,” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek, the bridge of her nose. “We’re just saying hi.”
“If this is your ‘hi,’ I wonder what your ‘so long’ is like.”
“Hopefully, you won’t have to find out.”
“Parker . . .” she reared back, looked at his eyes and then his lips, her green gaze soft.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, I’m not exactly the guy who starts off like this, either.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because, Kelly O’Shay, from the moment we met, I have been thinking about you,” he answered honestly. “I’ve been thinking about how funny you are, and how you aren’t wowed by celebrity and you don’t think I’m the guy who can get you or keep you out of trouble. But most of all,” he said, pausing to nip at her lip, “you’re just so damned good-looking.”
She laughed with surprise. “Really?” she asked.
“Really.”
“And you’re attracted to me, even after everything I said?”
“ Especially after everything you said,” he said sternly.
Kelly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him close so that her luscious lips were just a moment from his. “Even when I said you couldn’t hit the side of the Goodyear blimp?” she whispered.
“Don’t push it,” he whispered in response, “But yeah, even then.”
“That’s so sweet ,” she purred, and planted her mouth firmly on his, flicking her tongue against the seam of his lips.
Somewhere, in the back of his tiny little man pea brain, Parker didn’t think he’d ever wanted a woman so bad in all his life as he did right then and there, and grabbed her by the waist, crushing her to him, angling his head so he could kiss her long and deep.
Kelly purred in the back of her throat, and that was about all she wrote. He suddenly twirled her around, pushed her up against the fridge, and started moving down her very curvy, very feminine, and very sweet-smelling body. Kelly laughed low and huskily as refrigerator magnets went flying and scudding across the kitchen floor.
He pressed his mouth against her belly, through the gauzy fabric of her pirate shirt, while he filled his hands with her breasts, then slid down, to the curve of her waist, and down again, digging his fingers into the meat of her hips.
“Jesus, Parker,” Kelly said breathlessly. He rose back up, claimed her mouth again, his tongue tangling with hers, sliding against her teeth, the plump flesh of her mouth. Christ, she smelled so damn good—he could get high off a scent like that.
He pressed against her, and Kelly pressed back, moving seductively against his fly, which was straining to the point of bursting now. He’d had plenty of women in his arms, but he was convinced in that moment that he’d never held or felt a more beautiful or sexy woman than Kelly. He was one step away from yanking the pirate shirt from her body when she suddenly put her hands against his shoulders and pushed.
He raised his head, his mind swimming out of the fog of wanting her so bad, and looked at her. Kelly was still up against the fridge. Her hair was all mussed up. Her lips were swollen from their passionate kisses, and her neck was still wet where he’d kissed her. One long, booted leg was hiked up against the fridge, too, and her skirt was pushed so far up he could almost see Nirvana. Her eyelids hung heavy over warm green eyes, and she was smiling. One long, satisfied little smile stretched across her lips.
That smile did him in. He reached for her again, but Kelly laughingly held him at arm’s length. “I reserve the right to skewer you on the air if you play bad.”
“What?” he asked anxiously, her words not registering clearly.
“I have a job to do. So if you play bad, you are fair
“Me, either,” he said, and kissed her again, swallowing her laugh.
But Kelly pushed away. “No, seriously, I don’t do this.”
“We’re not doing anything,” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek, the bridge of her nose. “We’re just saying hi.”
“If this is your ‘hi,’ I wonder what your ‘so long’ is like.”
“Hopefully, you won’t have to find out.”
“Parker . . .” she reared back, looked at his eyes and then his lips, her green gaze soft.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, I’m not exactly the guy who starts off like this, either.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because, Kelly O’Shay, from the moment we met, I have been thinking about you,” he answered honestly. “I’ve been thinking about how funny you are, and how you aren’t wowed by celebrity and you don’t think I’m the guy who can get you or keep you out of trouble. But most of all,” he said, pausing to nip at her lip, “you’re just so damned good-looking.”
She laughed with surprise. “Really?” she asked.
“Really.”
“And you’re attracted to me, even after everything I said?”
“ Especially after everything you said,” he said sternly.
Kelly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him close so that her luscious lips were just a moment from his. “Even when I said you couldn’t hit the side of the Goodyear blimp?” she whispered.
“Don’t push it,” he whispered in response, “But yeah, even then.”
“That’s so sweet ,” she purred, and planted her mouth firmly on his, flicking her tongue against the seam of his lips.
Somewhere, in the back of his tiny little man pea brain, Parker didn’t think he’d ever wanted a woman so bad in all his life as he did right then and there, and grabbed her by the waist, crushing her to him, angling his head so he could kiss her long and deep.
Kelly purred in the back of her throat, and that was about all she wrote. He suddenly twirled her around, pushed her up against the fridge, and started moving down her very curvy, very feminine, and very sweet-smelling body. Kelly laughed low and huskily as refrigerator magnets went flying and scudding across the kitchen floor.
He pressed his mouth against her belly, through the gauzy fabric of her pirate shirt, while he filled his hands with her breasts, then slid down, to the curve of her waist, and down again, digging his fingers into the meat of her hips.
“Jesus, Parker,” Kelly said breathlessly. He rose back up, claimed her mouth again, his tongue tangling with hers, sliding against her teeth, the plump flesh of her mouth. Christ, she smelled so damn good—he could get high off a scent like that.
He pressed against her, and Kelly pressed back, moving seductively against his fly, which was straining to the point of bursting now. He’d had plenty of women in his arms, but he was convinced in that moment that he’d never held or felt a more beautiful or sexy woman than Kelly. He was one step away from yanking the pirate shirt from her body when she suddenly put her hands against his shoulders and pushed.
He raised his head, his mind swimming out of the fog of wanting her so bad, and looked at her. Kelly was still up against the fridge. Her hair was all mussed up. Her lips were swollen from their passionate kisses, and her neck was still wet where he’d kissed her. One long, booted leg was hiked up against the fridge, too, and her skirt was pushed so far up he could almost see Nirvana. Her eyelids hung heavy over warm green eyes, and she was smiling. One long, satisfied little smile stretched across her lips.
That smile did him in. He reached for her again, but Kelly laughingly held him at arm’s length. “I reserve the right to skewer you on the air if you play bad.”
“What?” he asked anxiously, her words not registering clearly.
“I have a job to do. So if you play bad, you are fair
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