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Authors: Kylie Gilmore
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didn’t care that it was freezing cold out. She was beginning to think that her first impression was right. He was a player. He was playing at romance to get her into bed. Here she’d thought he was being genuine. Yes, she wanted romance, but only if that person was romantic because they truly felt something for her. Even more importantly, she wanted someone that was honest with her.
She turned just as Rico came barreling toward her running full steam. He looked nuts. She started to back away, moving to the other side of the truck. He changed directions and headed straight for her. She squeaked and ran.
He caught her with a quick grab, turned her to face him, and set his hands on her shoulders, anchoring her in place. He panted. “I saw that in When Harry Met Sally . He runs to her. At least you made that one easy for me.”
“Omigod. Are you going to hold up a boom box tonight in my backyard, playing our song?”
He nodded sagely. “ Say Anything . They don’t make those anymore. I checked.”
She stared at him, incredulous.
“I could hold up an iPod,” he offered. When she just stared at him, he added, “We could still meet at the top of the Empire State building.”
Sleepless in Seattle .
“What is wrong with you?” she asked in complete exasperation. “Can’t you just be yourself?”
She hugged herself, feeling like an absolute fool that she’d been taken in by all those lies. He studied her for a moment, and his hands loosened on her shoulders. Good. She just wanted all this weird stuff to—
Suddenly she was flush against his body as one hand pressed the small of her back, the other cupped the back of her head. The kiss was raw and carnal, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue thrusting inside, and heat rushed through her. His stubble scraped her lightly, and her knees went weak. Lord, he was a good kisser. His leg wedged between hers, and she throbbed for him. The kiss went on and on, the delicious friction of his leg between hers had her insides spiraling and tightening. Omigod, she was gonna—
He pulled back, easing his leg from between hers, and looked into her eyes. “That was me.”
Words failed her. She nodded.
Then he kissed her again, and that marvelous leg was back. His hands slid to her bottom, rocking her, and the spiraling started again, sensation after sensation, all centered on that one spot he’d managed to reach through her jeans. She moaned, not even caring they were in a parking lot. He was like a drug and she couldn’t get enough. Her hands fisted on the back of his shirt, keeping him close, never wanting the kiss to end.
“Hey, Rico,” a woman’s voice called.
Rico broke the kiss, releasing his hold on Samantha to look over at a beautiful redhead showing a lot of leg in a miniscule skirt and heels that were entirely inappropriate for December in Connecticut.
“Looks like the noodle date’s working out for you,” the redhead called with a smirk.
“Get lost, Jolene,” Rico called back with good humor.
Samantha staggered back. Her legs felt like jelly. She still throbbed, hot and wet with need. But she was just one of many to him.
“This is just part of some typical date routine, isn’t it?” Samantha asked. “God, I’m such a fool.”
“No! I mean I’ve been here before with a date but—”
“Home.”
She went to the passenger side of the truck and waited for him to unlock it. He exhaled sharply and then opened her door.
“Samantha, you’re not like girls like Jolene—”
“Save it. I don’t need any pretty words or fake romance. Just save it.” She blinked back tears. She couldn’t believe she’d been taken in by…she’d almost…just from a kiss.
She was a fool.
He gently shut her door, and she rested her forehead against the cool window.
She wished she’d never met Rico del Toro.
Chapter Seven
Rico hadn’t been to the doctor for a physical in years. He’d called for a checkup when he got those weird heart palpitations. He
She turned just as Rico came barreling toward her running full steam. He looked nuts. She started to back away, moving to the other side of the truck. He changed directions and headed straight for her. She squeaked and ran.
He caught her with a quick grab, turned her to face him, and set his hands on her shoulders, anchoring her in place. He panted. “I saw that in When Harry Met Sally . He runs to her. At least you made that one easy for me.”
“Omigod. Are you going to hold up a boom box tonight in my backyard, playing our song?”
He nodded sagely. “ Say Anything . They don’t make those anymore. I checked.”
She stared at him, incredulous.
“I could hold up an iPod,” he offered. When she just stared at him, he added, “We could still meet at the top of the Empire State building.”
Sleepless in Seattle .
“What is wrong with you?” she asked in complete exasperation. “Can’t you just be yourself?”
She hugged herself, feeling like an absolute fool that she’d been taken in by all those lies. He studied her for a moment, and his hands loosened on her shoulders. Good. She just wanted all this weird stuff to—
Suddenly she was flush against his body as one hand pressed the small of her back, the other cupped the back of her head. The kiss was raw and carnal, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue thrusting inside, and heat rushed through her. His stubble scraped her lightly, and her knees went weak. Lord, he was a good kisser. His leg wedged between hers, and she throbbed for him. The kiss went on and on, the delicious friction of his leg between hers had her insides spiraling and tightening. Omigod, she was gonna—
He pulled back, easing his leg from between hers, and looked into her eyes. “That was me.”
Words failed her. She nodded.
Then he kissed her again, and that marvelous leg was back. His hands slid to her bottom, rocking her, and the spiraling started again, sensation after sensation, all centered on that one spot he’d managed to reach through her jeans. She moaned, not even caring they were in a parking lot. He was like a drug and she couldn’t get enough. Her hands fisted on the back of his shirt, keeping him close, never wanting the kiss to end.
“Hey, Rico,” a woman’s voice called.
Rico broke the kiss, releasing his hold on Samantha to look over at a beautiful redhead showing a lot of leg in a miniscule skirt and heels that were entirely inappropriate for December in Connecticut.
“Looks like the noodle date’s working out for you,” the redhead called with a smirk.
“Get lost, Jolene,” Rico called back with good humor.
Samantha staggered back. Her legs felt like jelly. She still throbbed, hot and wet with need. But she was just one of many to him.
“This is just part of some typical date routine, isn’t it?” Samantha asked. “God, I’m such a fool.”
“No! I mean I’ve been here before with a date but—”
“Home.”
She went to the passenger side of the truck and waited for him to unlock it. He exhaled sharply and then opened her door.
“Samantha, you’re not like girls like Jolene—”
“Save it. I don’t need any pretty words or fake romance. Just save it.” She blinked back tears. She couldn’t believe she’d been taken in by…she’d almost…just from a kiss.
She was a fool.
He gently shut her door, and she rested her forehead against the cool window.
She wished she’d never met Rico del Toro.
Chapter Seven
Rico hadn’t been to the doctor for a physical in years. He’d called for a checkup when he got those weird heart palpitations. He
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