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his time over a drawing table, lifting only a pencil. Heâd design all day long and come home after working still refreshed.
He couldâ¦well, date even half the women his brothers and sister thought he did, for one. That would be fun. Light and simple.
After raising a family he was looking forward to light and simple. He hadnât thought heâd ever feel a need for any steady relationship, but he had to admit that had been before.
Before a raging stormy night, a shocking kiss and the most amazing woman had rocked his world.
Suzanne.
Maybe the problem was that heâd seen her too often since.
No, that wasnât it. Heâd seen Taylor often, too, and he didnât want to make love with her all night long.
Maybe it was that heâd touched Suzanne. Kissed her. Held her. While she was wearing nothing but that little tank top and panties.
The picture filled out in his head, as if it had just happened, instead of having occurred five nights ago. It had been dark, with the rain and wind beating down on them. And yet sheâd been like a light in the deep black of the night. He could see her rosy, erect nipples pressing at the thin material of her top, the way her panties had been sheer enough to outline the part of her he wanted to bury himself in. She had a body made for loving, all warm curvy planes, and as he soaped up in his hot shower, he gave his erection a few absentminded strokes.
That didnât help matters any so he cranked the handle to the right, letting in the cold water.
That didnât help, either.
âRyan!â Angel yelled through the door. âI need the shower!â
ââKay.â But he went back to thinking about Suzanne. What was it about her that drew him so fiercely? She sure wasnât light and simpleâwhich was all heâd thought he could handle right nowâand she sure as hell wasnât looking at him with stars in her eyes.
But what was in her eyes drew himâthe tough vulnerability he wanted to know more about. She had a sharp wit and a will to survive. She buried her feelings behind both.
Heâd never been a sucker for vulnerability before, much preferring a woman secure and strong and self-assured, so why now, with her?
It wasnât as if she was falling at his feet, much less into his bed. Heâd have to actually work at it, at her, if thatâs what he wanted.
And yet, heâd come to realize, that was exactly what he wanted. And he thought maybe heâd known it from the second heâd laid eyes on her.
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W ITH AN HOUR TO GO before everyone descended on his place in all their rowdiness, Ryan opened his door to Suzanne. She smiled, a little nervously, he thought, and vanished into his kitchen. When he followed her, he found her bustling around, talking to herself as she loaded things into his refrigerator.
âThe man doesnât even have a loaf of bread,â she was saying as she bent over to fit a long tray of something that smelled delicious onto the bottom shelf.
Ryan leaned against the door to better enjoy the view her black skirt afford him as it tightened very nicely over her very nice rear end.
âI would have gone food shopping yesterday,â hesaid, grinning when she whipped around in surprise. âBut I knew you were bringing a load of food over so I didnât bother. Thank you, by the way.â
âDonât thank me. Youâre paying dearly for it.â
Had he thought her not strong or self-assured? She was sending him daggers that made him glad she stood across the room. She wore a long-sleeved white cotton shirt with a scooped neck. Though perfectly modest, it outlined her full breasts in a way that made his mouth water. The entire package made his mouth water. Heâd seen her ruffled and undressed. Heâd seen her casually put together in her loose and flowing sundresses. But heâd never seen her like this. Her hair was artfully piled on top of her
He couldâ¦well, date even half the women his brothers and sister thought he did, for one. That would be fun. Light and simple.
After raising a family he was looking forward to light and simple. He hadnât thought heâd ever feel a need for any steady relationship, but he had to admit that had been before.
Before a raging stormy night, a shocking kiss and the most amazing woman had rocked his world.
Suzanne.
Maybe the problem was that heâd seen her too often since.
No, that wasnât it. Heâd seen Taylor often, too, and he didnât want to make love with her all night long.
Maybe it was that heâd touched Suzanne. Kissed her. Held her. While she was wearing nothing but that little tank top and panties.
The picture filled out in his head, as if it had just happened, instead of having occurred five nights ago. It had been dark, with the rain and wind beating down on them. And yet sheâd been like a light in the deep black of the night. He could see her rosy, erect nipples pressing at the thin material of her top, the way her panties had been sheer enough to outline the part of her he wanted to bury himself in. She had a body made for loving, all warm curvy planes, and as he soaped up in his hot shower, he gave his erection a few absentminded strokes.
That didnât help matters any so he cranked the handle to the right, letting in the cold water.
That didnât help, either.
âRyan!â Angel yelled through the door. âI need the shower!â
ââKay.â But he went back to thinking about Suzanne. What was it about her that drew him so fiercely? She sure wasnât light and simpleâwhich was all heâd thought he could handle right nowâand she sure as hell wasnât looking at him with stars in her eyes.
But what was in her eyes drew himâthe tough vulnerability he wanted to know more about. She had a sharp wit and a will to survive. She buried her feelings behind both.
Heâd never been a sucker for vulnerability before, much preferring a woman secure and strong and self-assured, so why now, with her?
It wasnât as if she was falling at his feet, much less into his bed. Heâd have to actually work at it, at her, if thatâs what he wanted.
And yet, heâd come to realize, that was exactly what he wanted. And he thought maybe heâd known it from the second heâd laid eyes on her.
Â
W ITH AN HOUR TO GO before everyone descended on his place in all their rowdiness, Ryan opened his door to Suzanne. She smiled, a little nervously, he thought, and vanished into his kitchen. When he followed her, he found her bustling around, talking to herself as she loaded things into his refrigerator.
âThe man doesnât even have a loaf of bread,â she was saying as she bent over to fit a long tray of something that smelled delicious onto the bottom shelf.
Ryan leaned against the door to better enjoy the view her black skirt afford him as it tightened very nicely over her very nice rear end.
âI would have gone food shopping yesterday,â hesaid, grinning when she whipped around in surprise. âBut I knew you were bringing a load of food over so I didnât bother. Thank you, by the way.â
âDonât thank me. Youâre paying dearly for it.â
Had he thought her not strong or self-assured? She was sending him daggers that made him glad she stood across the room. She wore a long-sleeved white cotton shirt with a scooped neck. Though perfectly modest, it outlined her full breasts in a way that made his mouth water. The entire package made his mouth water. Heâd seen her ruffled and undressed. Heâd seen her casually put together in her loose and flowing sundresses. But heâd never seen her like this. Her hair was artfully piled on top of her
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