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door—to find Mick Brody standing on the other side.
The next best thing to a killer. Or the worst.
She nearly lost her breath—from shock or pure animal magnetism, she wasn’t sure.
That fast, in an instant, she knew Sue Ann was right about why she’d had sex with him. Because he stood in the light now. And he was hot as hell.
His thick, dark hair needed a trim, and the sight of the stubble on his jaw made her remember how it had lightly abraded her chin when he kissed her, and later, grazed across the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard—she just knew it—and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh God.
“Why are you at my back door?”
“I didn’t want anyone to see me. I’m not in town, remember?” His dark eyebrows knit. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
“Of course not,” she lied. Then dropped her gaze to see with huge relief that he carried the waterproof bag containing her telescope. Thank goodness!
“Can you get out of the way?”
“Out of the way?” she asked, taken aback.
But it wasn’t enough to keep him from arrogantly pushing past her into the house. “I’m coming in.”
Oh boy. This wasn’t good. This was…scary. She was thrilled to get her telescope back, but…
“Um, wait,” she said, yet it was too late for that, since Mick Brody was already standing in her kitchen. “ Why are you coming in? I mean, I see you brought my telescope, which I appreciate, but…”
He spoke low but potent. “I’m just not sure you understand, pussycat, exactly how important it is that you keep my little secret.”
She blinked up at him, aware that he now stood dangerously close to her. She felt his nearness in every cell of her body, all of which began to tingle in response. “I do. I promise. I really do.”
He replied simply, surely. “I don’t believe you.”
She let out a sigh, part of her drinking in the well-defined muscles on his arms, a tattoo she couldn’t quite see because the sleeve of his T-shirt hid it, and the lock of wayward hair arcing down onto his forehead—but another part of her thinking, I have to get him out of here! In fact, she suspected she was almost as anxious to get him off her family’s property as he’d been to get her off his last night. “Well, I can’t help that,” she argued. “And what exactly is it you think you’re going to accomplish by coming into my house late at night anyway? Uninvited, I might add.”
Still standing agonizingly near, Mick Brody used one bent finger to lift her chin, bringing their gazes together. “I’m going to convince you.”
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Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the prospect is staggering!
Arthur C. Clarke
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Four
M ick looked around the small but tidy home as he lowered the big plastic bag gently to the kitchen table. It was pretty much what he expected—it felt warm, cozy. Not too much bigger than his old family house across the lake, but it felt a world away. It was a world away. The décor wasn’t modern, but that didn’t matter—somehow he sensed safety between these walls. Something he hadn’t had too much experience with.
When he turned to face Jenny Tolliver again, she looked a little afraid of him. It wasn’t a surprise—he’d gotten that look most of his life, and for a good long while, he’d earned it. And he needed her to be a little afraid of him right now, so this was probably good. Still, for some reason, it bothered him. That he was making such a pretty woman look so troubled. He didn’t usually care much what people thought of him, but right now, Jenny Tolliver was making him feel like an ogre.
Of course, not all of his thoughts were so honorable. Her nipples jutted prettily at the little top she wore, making him remember having them in his hands, his mouth.
By the time he lifted his gaze from her chest back to her face, he was half-hard and burning up inside, despite the air-conditioning in the house.
The next best thing to a killer. Or the worst.
She nearly lost her breath—from shock or pure animal magnetism, she wasn’t sure.
That fast, in an instant, she knew Sue Ann was right about why she’d had sex with him. Because he stood in the light now. And he was hot as hell.
His thick, dark hair needed a trim, and the sight of the stubble on his jaw made her remember how it had lightly abraded her chin when he kissed her, and later, grazed across the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard—she just knew it—and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh God.
“Why are you at my back door?”
“I didn’t want anyone to see me. I’m not in town, remember?” His dark eyebrows knit. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
“Of course not,” she lied. Then dropped her gaze to see with huge relief that he carried the waterproof bag containing her telescope. Thank goodness!
“Can you get out of the way?”
“Out of the way?” she asked, taken aback.
But it wasn’t enough to keep him from arrogantly pushing past her into the house. “I’m coming in.”
Oh boy. This wasn’t good. This was…scary. She was thrilled to get her telescope back, but…
“Um, wait,” she said, yet it was too late for that, since Mick Brody was already standing in her kitchen. “ Why are you coming in? I mean, I see you brought my telescope, which I appreciate, but…”
He spoke low but potent. “I’m just not sure you understand, pussycat, exactly how important it is that you keep my little secret.”
She blinked up at him, aware that he now stood dangerously close to her. She felt his nearness in every cell of her body, all of which began to tingle in response. “I do. I promise. I really do.”
He replied simply, surely. “I don’t believe you.”
She let out a sigh, part of her drinking in the well-defined muscles on his arms, a tattoo she couldn’t quite see because the sleeve of his T-shirt hid it, and the lock of wayward hair arcing down onto his forehead—but another part of her thinking, I have to get him out of here! In fact, she suspected she was almost as anxious to get him off her family’s property as he’d been to get her off his last night. “Well, I can’t help that,” she argued. “And what exactly is it you think you’re going to accomplish by coming into my house late at night anyway? Uninvited, I might add.”
Still standing agonizingly near, Mick Brody used one bent finger to lift her chin, bringing their gazes together. “I’m going to convince you.”
----
Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the prospect is staggering!
Arthur C. Clarke
----
Four
M ick looked around the small but tidy home as he lowered the big plastic bag gently to the kitchen table. It was pretty much what he expected—it felt warm, cozy. Not too much bigger than his old family house across the lake, but it felt a world away. It was a world away. The décor wasn’t modern, but that didn’t matter—somehow he sensed safety between these walls. Something he hadn’t had too much experience with.
When he turned to face Jenny Tolliver again, she looked a little afraid of him. It wasn’t a surprise—he’d gotten that look most of his life, and for a good long while, he’d earned it. And he needed her to be a little afraid of him right now, so this was probably good. Still, for some reason, it bothered him. That he was making such a pretty woman look so troubled. He didn’t usually care much what people thought of him, but right now, Jenny Tolliver was making him feel like an ogre.
Of course, not all of his thoughts were so honorable. Her nipples jutted prettily at the little top she wore, making him remember having them in his hands, his mouth.
By the time he lifted his gaze from her chest back to her face, he was half-hard and burning up inside, despite the air-conditioning in the house.
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