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breath skimmed her ear.
“Because I didn’t charge my neighbors for premium seating.” She shuffled back a half step. “And if you don’t stop that, they’re going to get a front row seat when clothes start flying.”
“I like to take things slow.” He skimmed the flowers across her collarbone and down the vee between her breasts.
Her thighs went loose at the feel of velvety petals against her skin. Where else could he stroke her with them? He pressed the flowers into her shaking hand, and she tried not to crush them in her sweaty grip.
Get yourself under control , girl. Your plan , your night , your way.
“Before we leave, I need to grab a sweater.” And another piece of clothing.
“Leaving? I thought we might stay in.” He sniffed the air and wandered toward the kitchen, not hard to find since her house was 1154 square feet.
Oh goodness, if the man was looking for a home-cooked meal, she should’ve set him up with Eden.
A jealous heat kindled in Allie’s middle. No, Eden and Cameron would make a horrible match.
“I promise I won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go.” Allie hustled down the hall to grab her matching cardigan, but her blood was streaming so hot through her body she likely wouldn’t need it. She hustled back to find him looking at home in her buttercream-painted kitchen. “Do you trust me?”
His back to her, he dumped the flowers into an iced tea glass filled with tap water. “Is that a trick question?”
“Is Cameron Wright, sports star and all-around confident guy, scared?”
“Wary.” He set the flower arrangement on the two-seater dining table. The lilies were bunched together like downtown Houston apartment buildings and two daisies drooped over the side of the glass. So, so sweet.
But why was he being so charming when he knew she was a sure thing?
“If you’ll trust me,” she said, “I guarantee the evening will be worth it.”
His mouth a line, Cameron stared at her. “Worth it how?”
“And here I thought you were a risk-taker.”
His stare edged into a glare. “Fine.”
“Then turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around, I have something for you.” Only once his back was to her did she allow herself to smile. No doubt, if she looked in the mirror, she’d see a shark that had spotted an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
Allie reached for her bag, a little Kate Spade knockoff, and pulled out a silk chemise she’d bought from Roxanne’s shop. She slid it silently through her hands, enjoying the sensual flow of it over her palm. Cameron shifted, redistributing his weight. Nervous?
Oh, goodie.
This was just the beginning.
She stepped close behind him, savored the heat from his body.
“What are you doing?”
She looped the silk over his head, made sure it covered his eyes and secured it.
“What. Are. You. Doing?”
“I’m blindfolding you.”
“I figured that out for myself, princess. I can’t drive BB like this. We’ve already had one wreck this week or have you forgotten?”
She took another yoga breath and blew out her words in a rush. “That’s why I’ll be driving BB.”
He jerked around, his scowl apparent even with his face half-covered. “The hell you are.”
She smoothed her fingertips across the blindfold. “I asked you if you trusted me and you said yes.”
“This is not what I meant by agreeing to trust you and you damn well know it.”
Oh, this was fun. Kind of like riding the Tilt-A-Whirl at the county fair. She knew it was dangerous, the underpinnings and foundation unstable, yet every year she hopped right on.
Taking a half step back, she used Cameron’s temporary sightlessness to shamelessly look him over. Rich brown hair with a little boy’s uncontrollable cowlicks spiked over the deep burgundy chemise. His lips were flat. Her gaze continued from his face to his throat, where a strong pulse beat above the white T-shirt he wore under his polo. His shirt was tucked into pressed cotton slacks, belted
“Because I didn’t charge my neighbors for premium seating.” She shuffled back a half step. “And if you don’t stop that, they’re going to get a front row seat when clothes start flying.”
“I like to take things slow.” He skimmed the flowers across her collarbone and down the vee between her breasts.
Her thighs went loose at the feel of velvety petals against her skin. Where else could he stroke her with them? He pressed the flowers into her shaking hand, and she tried not to crush them in her sweaty grip.
Get yourself under control , girl. Your plan , your night , your way.
“Before we leave, I need to grab a sweater.” And another piece of clothing.
“Leaving? I thought we might stay in.” He sniffed the air and wandered toward the kitchen, not hard to find since her house was 1154 square feet.
Oh goodness, if the man was looking for a home-cooked meal, she should’ve set him up with Eden.
A jealous heat kindled in Allie’s middle. No, Eden and Cameron would make a horrible match.
“I promise I won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go.” Allie hustled down the hall to grab her matching cardigan, but her blood was streaming so hot through her body she likely wouldn’t need it. She hustled back to find him looking at home in her buttercream-painted kitchen. “Do you trust me?”
His back to her, he dumped the flowers into an iced tea glass filled with tap water. “Is that a trick question?”
“Is Cameron Wright, sports star and all-around confident guy, scared?”
“Wary.” He set the flower arrangement on the two-seater dining table. The lilies were bunched together like downtown Houston apartment buildings and two daisies drooped over the side of the glass. So, so sweet.
But why was he being so charming when he knew she was a sure thing?
“If you’ll trust me,” she said, “I guarantee the evening will be worth it.”
His mouth a line, Cameron stared at her. “Worth it how?”
“And here I thought you were a risk-taker.”
His stare edged into a glare. “Fine.”
“Then turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around, I have something for you.” Only once his back was to her did she allow herself to smile. No doubt, if she looked in the mirror, she’d see a shark that had spotted an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
Allie reached for her bag, a little Kate Spade knockoff, and pulled out a silk chemise she’d bought from Roxanne’s shop. She slid it silently through her hands, enjoying the sensual flow of it over her palm. Cameron shifted, redistributing his weight. Nervous?
Oh, goodie.
This was just the beginning.
She stepped close behind him, savored the heat from his body.
“What are you doing?”
She looped the silk over his head, made sure it covered his eyes and secured it.
“What. Are. You. Doing?”
“I’m blindfolding you.”
“I figured that out for myself, princess. I can’t drive BB like this. We’ve already had one wreck this week or have you forgotten?”
She took another yoga breath and blew out her words in a rush. “That’s why I’ll be driving BB.”
He jerked around, his scowl apparent even with his face half-covered. “The hell you are.”
She smoothed her fingertips across the blindfold. “I asked you if you trusted me and you said yes.”
“This is not what I meant by agreeing to trust you and you damn well know it.”
Oh, this was fun. Kind of like riding the Tilt-A-Whirl at the county fair. She knew it was dangerous, the underpinnings and foundation unstable, yet every year she hopped right on.
Taking a half step back, she used Cameron’s temporary sightlessness to shamelessly look him over. Rich brown hair with a little boy’s uncontrollable cowlicks spiked over the deep burgundy chemise. His lips were flat. Her gaze continued from his face to his throat, where a strong pulse beat above the white T-shirt he wore under his polo. His shirt was tucked into pressed cotton slacks, belted
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