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Authors: Carly Phillips
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the blood loss talking. Then we were linked as a couple, and I couldn’t stop thinking…”
“About?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Sexy.
His gaze bore into hers.
The air around her hummed in anticipation. “About the chemistry we always had on the job. And all the things left unsaid.”
His hands framed her face. “Things like this?” He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers.
She let out a soft sigh, and he deepened the kiss,letting his mouth do the talking. And he spoke eloquently, his tongue tangling with hers, kindling heat she’d dreamed about. Sparks flew between them, delicious, sweet and undeniably hungry.
Oh, yes. She hadn’t imagined the chemistry. And it definitely hadn’t been one-sided.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Summer temperatures mixed with body heat. Intensity radiated from him, and she inched closer, seeking more. He complied, alternating long, lazy strokes of his tongue with deeper, faster thrusts, a prelude of what could be.
On and on it went. She didn’t know how long they stood there, his hands threading through her hair, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of his T-shirt, his mouth making love to hers.
Suddenly the rumbling of a motorboat startled her.
She jumped back just as the motor shut down and a male voice yelled out. “Guess I should take my chessboard and go home!”
“You guessed right!” Rafe yelled back, gesturing at the man in the boat to leave.
He swallowed a curse. Didn’t it just figure his uncle Pirro would interrupt at the best—and worst—possible moment?
He’d finally gotten a taste of what could be if he and Sara just let down their guard, and it was moreexplosive than he’d ever imagined. And if they hadn’t been interrupted, he would have taken it to the obvious conclusion right here on the beach. He’d have finally known what being inside Sara, what becoming a part of her, felt like. But they had been interrupted, and now the reality of the situation settled on his shoulders. Of all the ironies in life, this had to be the worst. The woman of his dreams needed his protection, would be living under his roof and clearly wanted him, too. But taking what they both wanted would be a mistake, for more reasons than he had time to think about now.
The motor started up again, and the small boat turned and headed back the way it came.
“Who was that?” Sara asked, gazing toward the rippling water.
“My uncle Pirro. He’s married to my father’s sister. Actually, he’s Nick’s father-in-law. He has insomnia and often comes by for a game of chess or a talk.” Rafe ran a hand through his windblown hair. “The way things are around here, I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”
She smiled. “And I look forward to it.” She paused and eased closer, a seductive gleam in her eyes. “So…where were we?”
She wanted to pick up where they left off. So did he. But someone had to think rationally and look out for both of them. As hard as it was, Rafe steppedback, folding his arms over his chest, deliberately placing distance between them.
“What’s wrong?” Confusion followed by hurt flickered over her face.
The hurt hit him in his gut.
Rafe shook his head, sorrier than she could imagine. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain, but she’d brought up their feelings, and he had no choice but to be honest.
“I don’t understand. We’re both unattached, right?” she asked before he could explain. And her voice cracked, making him feel even worse.
“Right.” He inclined his head in a curt nod.
“And unless I’m really misreading signals, you were as into that kiss as I was.”
She attacked a problem head-on. Another thing he liked about Sara—her no-nonsense attitude. “You’re right. I was.”
She perched her hands on her hips. “So, what’s the problem?”
“We are. A quick fling can’t end in anything but pain and heartache for us both.”
His brother was currently living in hell
“About?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Sexy.
His gaze bore into hers.
The air around her hummed in anticipation. “About the chemistry we always had on the job. And all the things left unsaid.”
His hands framed her face. “Things like this?” He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers.
She let out a soft sigh, and he deepened the kiss,letting his mouth do the talking. And he spoke eloquently, his tongue tangling with hers, kindling heat she’d dreamed about. Sparks flew between them, delicious, sweet and undeniably hungry.
Oh, yes. She hadn’t imagined the chemistry. And it definitely hadn’t been one-sided.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Summer temperatures mixed with body heat. Intensity radiated from him, and she inched closer, seeking more. He complied, alternating long, lazy strokes of his tongue with deeper, faster thrusts, a prelude of what could be.
On and on it went. She didn’t know how long they stood there, his hands threading through her hair, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of his T-shirt, his mouth making love to hers.
Suddenly the rumbling of a motorboat startled her.
She jumped back just as the motor shut down and a male voice yelled out. “Guess I should take my chessboard and go home!”
“You guessed right!” Rafe yelled back, gesturing at the man in the boat to leave.
He swallowed a curse. Didn’t it just figure his uncle Pirro would interrupt at the best—and worst—possible moment?
He’d finally gotten a taste of what could be if he and Sara just let down their guard, and it was moreexplosive than he’d ever imagined. And if they hadn’t been interrupted, he would have taken it to the obvious conclusion right here on the beach. He’d have finally known what being inside Sara, what becoming a part of her, felt like. But they had been interrupted, and now the reality of the situation settled on his shoulders. Of all the ironies in life, this had to be the worst. The woman of his dreams needed his protection, would be living under his roof and clearly wanted him, too. But taking what they both wanted would be a mistake, for more reasons than he had time to think about now.
The motor started up again, and the small boat turned and headed back the way it came.
“Who was that?” Sara asked, gazing toward the rippling water.
“My uncle Pirro. He’s married to my father’s sister. Actually, he’s Nick’s father-in-law. He has insomnia and often comes by for a game of chess or a talk.” Rafe ran a hand through his windblown hair. “The way things are around here, I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”
She smiled. “And I look forward to it.” She paused and eased closer, a seductive gleam in her eyes. “So…where were we?”
She wanted to pick up where they left off. So did he. But someone had to think rationally and look out for both of them. As hard as it was, Rafe steppedback, folding his arms over his chest, deliberately placing distance between them.
“What’s wrong?” Confusion followed by hurt flickered over her face.
The hurt hit him in his gut.
Rafe shook his head, sorrier than she could imagine. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain, but she’d brought up their feelings, and he had no choice but to be honest.
“I don’t understand. We’re both unattached, right?” she asked before he could explain. And her voice cracked, making him feel even worse.
“Right.” He inclined his head in a curt nod.
“And unless I’m really misreading signals, you were as into that kiss as I was.”
She attacked a problem head-on. Another thing he liked about Sara—her no-nonsense attitude. “You’re right. I was.”
She perched her hands on her hips. “So, what’s the problem?”
“We are. A quick fling can’t end in anything but pain and heartache for us both.”
His brother was currently living in hell
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