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woman of knickknacks or bright colors. That shouldn’t be a surprise, but everyone he’d ever known had more stuff than he did. He’d grown up being tossed from his parents’ house to a foster home to his dad’s apartment to here, there, and everywhere. He’d learned very quickly as a kid not to take anything with him, not to form an attachment with anything. No shirt, pair of shoes, not even a picture. He had been a nomad for all of his life and he’d learned very quickly and easily to live like that.
The things he had even now when he was in charge of his own life held no personal meaning. They were just necessary.
He didn’t understand why Lina McArthur of all people would live the same way.
“It’s not much. I hate clutter.”
She kept twisting her hands nervously and he didn’t want her to be nervous anymore. He wanted her to feel like she had when she’d decided to invite him in. Lina wasn’t someone who seemed like she ever abided by ‘had to’. So, he had to believe she wanted him here, she just wasn’t quite sure what to do about it now that he was.
So, he stepped forward and covered her twisting hands with his own. She smiled up at him and that was all the invitation he needed to lower his mouth to hers. After all, that was what they were here for. Because there was some inexplicable attraction that could not be denied, and neither one of them wanted to ignore.
Without any coaxing, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She made a humming noise against his mouth and he fixed his hands on her hips, squeezing so she remained in place, so she couldn’t push against him any more than she already was. Because she was already killing him. He really didn’t need her rubbing up against adding to it.
He slid his hands up her back, not at all surprised to find how strong and sturdy it felt. No, that wasn’t a surprise in the least.
Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and what was a surprise was how the simplest of touches from her could do what even the most erotic of touches from other women couldn’t or hadn’t done. No one had ever been so gentle and yet so electric. She was this thing, and he didn’t know how she’d come into his life or why, but he thought it best not to worry about that right now.
He managed to maneuver her to the couch, walking her backwards until the backs of her legs were pressed against the edge. “Sit,” he murmured against her mouth.
She made another sound in the back of her throat that shot through him like some kind of wildfire. The way they could blaze out of control in five seconds flat. That was Lina’s effect on him.
And just like those fires he fought for a living, her kiss was a fascinating phenomenon, exhilarating. He wanted to understand why. He wanted to find the source of that fire. He wanted the challenge of battling back the heat, breathing through the smoke. It was a struggle. It was a challenge. And yet it was the most wonderful, amazing experience he had ever had.
He gave her a nudge so she fell onto the couch with a little oomph . She blinked up at him as though she was surprised to find they were no longer attached at the mouth, and then she gave him a soft smile, so sweet he couldn’t help the urge to kneel at her feet.
Who was this woman?
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered as he tugged on her foot.
He grinned at the slight hint of nerves in her voice. “I’m going to take off your shoe.”
She huffed out what sounded like a laugh “You’re going to what ?”
He gave the first little boot she had on a tug and, since it only went up to her ankle, he managed to pull it easily off her foot. “I am going to take off your shoes,” he repeated, slowly, enunciating each word as though they were complex multisyllabic things she might not understand.
She narrowed her eyes, but then he pulled off the other boot and everything in her expression softened. He wrapped his fingers around her narrow ankle and was
The things he had even now when he was in charge of his own life held no personal meaning. They were just necessary.
He didn’t understand why Lina McArthur of all people would live the same way.
“It’s not much. I hate clutter.”
She kept twisting her hands nervously and he didn’t want her to be nervous anymore. He wanted her to feel like she had when she’d decided to invite him in. Lina wasn’t someone who seemed like she ever abided by ‘had to’. So, he had to believe she wanted him here, she just wasn’t quite sure what to do about it now that he was.
So, he stepped forward and covered her twisting hands with his own. She smiled up at him and that was all the invitation he needed to lower his mouth to hers. After all, that was what they were here for. Because there was some inexplicable attraction that could not be denied, and neither one of them wanted to ignore.
Without any coaxing, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She made a humming noise against his mouth and he fixed his hands on her hips, squeezing so she remained in place, so she couldn’t push against him any more than she already was. Because she was already killing him. He really didn’t need her rubbing up against adding to it.
He slid his hands up her back, not at all surprised to find how strong and sturdy it felt. No, that wasn’t a surprise in the least.
Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and what was a surprise was how the simplest of touches from her could do what even the most erotic of touches from other women couldn’t or hadn’t done. No one had ever been so gentle and yet so electric. She was this thing, and he didn’t know how she’d come into his life or why, but he thought it best not to worry about that right now.
He managed to maneuver her to the couch, walking her backwards until the backs of her legs were pressed against the edge. “Sit,” he murmured against her mouth.
She made another sound in the back of her throat that shot through him like some kind of wildfire. The way they could blaze out of control in five seconds flat. That was Lina’s effect on him.
And just like those fires he fought for a living, her kiss was a fascinating phenomenon, exhilarating. He wanted to understand why. He wanted to find the source of that fire. He wanted the challenge of battling back the heat, breathing through the smoke. It was a struggle. It was a challenge. And yet it was the most wonderful, amazing experience he had ever had.
He gave her a nudge so she fell onto the couch with a little oomph . She blinked up at him as though she was surprised to find they were no longer attached at the mouth, and then she gave him a soft smile, so sweet he couldn’t help the urge to kneel at her feet.
Who was this woman?
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered as he tugged on her foot.
He grinned at the slight hint of nerves in her voice. “I’m going to take off your shoe.”
She huffed out what sounded like a laugh “You’re going to what ?”
He gave the first little boot she had on a tug and, since it only went up to her ankle, he managed to pull it easily off her foot. “I am going to take off your shoes,” he repeated, slowly, enunciating each word as though they were complex multisyllabic things she might not understand.
She narrowed her eyes, but then he pulled off the other boot and everything in her expression softened. He wrapped his fingers around her narrow ankle and was
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