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Avoiding her injured forehead, he caught the strands of hair between his fingers and pulled back her head gently, but firmly so that he controlled the angle of the kiss. So that he controlled her.
Marin moved into the kiss, against him. Lucky moved, too, sliding his hand down her back, over her butt. He caught on to the back of her thigh, lifting it, just a little, to create the right angle so that his sex would touch hers.
Her breath vanished, and her vision blurred. She mumbled a word of profanity that she’d never used.
Every part of her responded. A slow, melting heat that urged her to take this farther. She wanted Lucky. Not just his French kiss. Not just the clever pressure created by his erection now nestled against her. She wanted it all.
Right here. Right now.
Senseless and thinking with her body, Marin fought to regain control. It wasn’t easy. She had to fight her way though the mindlessness of pure, raw desire and a fantasy she’d been weaving for hours. She remembered that having sex just wasn’t a good idea. Thankfully, she got a jolt of help when she heard the bedroom door open.
“Noah,” she said on a rise of breath.
Just like that, the heat was gone, and even though she turned to race back into the bedroom, Lucky launched himself ahead of her and beat her to it. However, the threat Marin had been prepared to face wasn’t there.
Well, not exactly.
With a large thick envelope tucked beneath her arm, her mother, Lois, waltzed inside. Marin made a mental note to keep the door locked from now on—and to keep some distance between Lucky and her.
Lois glanced over at her grandson in the sitting room and gave the sleeping baby a thin smile. Her scrutiny of Lucky and her though lasted a bit longer, and Marin didn’t think it was her imagination that her mother was displeased about something. Probably because both Lucky and she looked as if, well, they’d gotten lucky. For the sake of the facade, Marin tried to hang on to the well-satisfied look. It wasn’t hard to do. That kiss had been darn memorable.
Which was exactly why she had to forget it.
Her mother snapped her fingers and in stepped a young dark-haired woman carrying a large tray of plates covered with domed silver lids. She set the tray on the desk in the corner and made a hasty exit.
“Your dinner,” Lois announced. “Since you made it clear that you wouldn’t be dining with us. There’s some rice cereal and formula there for Noah, as well.”
“Thank you,” Lucky responded. “But Noah’s already had his dinner—Grandmother brought it in. Oh, and next time, knock first.”
Her mother looked as if she wanted to argue with that, but she didn’t. Instead, she extracted the envelope and thrust it at Lucky. “Sheriff Whitley had his deputy bring this over for you. I suppose it’s connected to the explosion?”
Neither Lucky nor Marin confirmed that. Nor would they. But it was no doubt the surveillance disks from the train that Lucky had told her about. Lucky examined the red tape that sealed the envelope, and Marin could see that someone had written their initials in permanent marker on that tape.
The sound her mother made was of obvious disapproval. “The sheriff apparently packaged it like that. He said if the seal was tampered with that he’d arrest my husband and me for obstruction of justice.”
“Good for Sheriff Whitley,” Lucky mumbled.
“The man isn’t fit to wear that badge,” Lois declared. But her expression softened when she looked at Marin. “You should at least eat dinner with your family.”
“I would if my family were really a family.” Marin paused a moment to put a chokehold on her temper. She didn’t want to shout with Noah in the room. “Drop this interview. Apologize. Back off. And then I might have dinner with you.”
“The interview has to happen, for your son’s sake,” her mother said without hesitation. “And it’s for his sake that I can’t back off.”
“Neither can I,”
Marin moved into the kiss, against him. Lucky moved, too, sliding his hand down her back, over her butt. He caught on to the back of her thigh, lifting it, just a little, to create the right angle so that his sex would touch hers.
Her breath vanished, and her vision blurred. She mumbled a word of profanity that she’d never used.
Every part of her responded. A slow, melting heat that urged her to take this farther. She wanted Lucky. Not just his French kiss. Not just the clever pressure created by his erection now nestled against her. She wanted it all.
Right here. Right now.
Senseless and thinking with her body, Marin fought to regain control. It wasn’t easy. She had to fight her way though the mindlessness of pure, raw desire and a fantasy she’d been weaving for hours. She remembered that having sex just wasn’t a good idea. Thankfully, she got a jolt of help when she heard the bedroom door open.
“Noah,” she said on a rise of breath.
Just like that, the heat was gone, and even though she turned to race back into the bedroom, Lucky launched himself ahead of her and beat her to it. However, the threat Marin had been prepared to face wasn’t there.
Well, not exactly.
With a large thick envelope tucked beneath her arm, her mother, Lois, waltzed inside. Marin made a mental note to keep the door locked from now on—and to keep some distance between Lucky and her.
Lois glanced over at her grandson in the sitting room and gave the sleeping baby a thin smile. Her scrutiny of Lucky and her though lasted a bit longer, and Marin didn’t think it was her imagination that her mother was displeased about something. Probably because both Lucky and she looked as if, well, they’d gotten lucky. For the sake of the facade, Marin tried to hang on to the well-satisfied look. It wasn’t hard to do. That kiss had been darn memorable.
Which was exactly why she had to forget it.
Her mother snapped her fingers and in stepped a young dark-haired woman carrying a large tray of plates covered with domed silver lids. She set the tray on the desk in the corner and made a hasty exit.
“Your dinner,” Lois announced. “Since you made it clear that you wouldn’t be dining with us. There’s some rice cereal and formula there for Noah, as well.”
“Thank you,” Lucky responded. “But Noah’s already had his dinner—Grandmother brought it in. Oh, and next time, knock first.”
Her mother looked as if she wanted to argue with that, but she didn’t. Instead, she extracted the envelope and thrust it at Lucky. “Sheriff Whitley had his deputy bring this over for you. I suppose it’s connected to the explosion?”
Neither Lucky nor Marin confirmed that. Nor would they. But it was no doubt the surveillance disks from the train that Lucky had told her about. Lucky examined the red tape that sealed the envelope, and Marin could see that someone had written their initials in permanent marker on that tape.
The sound her mother made was of obvious disapproval. “The sheriff apparently packaged it like that. He said if the seal was tampered with that he’d arrest my husband and me for obstruction of justice.”
“Good for Sheriff Whitley,” Lucky mumbled.
“The man isn’t fit to wear that badge,” Lois declared. But her expression softened when she looked at Marin. “You should at least eat dinner with your family.”
“I would if my family were really a family.” Marin paused a moment to put a chokehold on her temper. She didn’t want to shout with Noah in the room. “Drop this interview. Apologize. Back off. And then I might have dinner with you.”
“The interview has to happen, for your son’s sake,” her mother said without hesitation. “And it’s for his sake that I can’t back off.”
“Neither can I,”
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