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leather chair. His low growl of approval rumbled against her, flaming the heat inside her higher, hotter.
His hands slid down her back in a steady caress to cup her hips. The steady press of his fingers carefully sinking into her flesh had her writhing closer. It had been so long since she’d languished in these sensations of total, lush arousal. Maybe she was feeling emotional in the wake of the storm’s destruction, leading her to want something more.
And judging from his response, he felt the same. She’d known he was attracted to her too. She couldn’t miss that in his eyes. But feeling the thick length of his arousal against her stomach sent her senses reeling.
His mouth moved along her jaw, then down her neck, his breath caressing along her overheated skin. Her head fell back to give him better access and with each breath she drew in the scent of his aftershave mixed with the sweet smell of fragrant smoke wafting up from the fireplace.
He stroked her arms, then ran his hands up over her shoulders to cup her face. The snag of his callused fingertips sent a thrill through her. He was a man of infinite finesse and raspy masculinity all at once. Would they go to her bedroom or his? She had condoms in her purse. Always. She loved her daughter but she wouldn’t risk an unplanned pregnancy.
The thought threatened to chill her and she sealed her mouth to Whit’s again, her fingers crawling under his sweater to explore the solid wall of his chest. His touch trailed back down her arms in a delicious sweep until he clasped her wrists.
And pulled her hands away from him.
She blinked in confusion. “Whit?”
He angled back, his brown eyes almost black with emotion. “You’re beautiful. I’ve fantasized about what your hair feels like so many times.”
Then he cradled her hips in his palms again and shifted her off his lap and onto the sofa. Were they going to take things further out here? She opened her mouth to suggest they go to her room when she realized he wasn’t sitting down again.
She reached up for him, ready to follow him wherever. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.
His eyes held hers. “Thanks for an amazing day. I look forward to tomorrow.” He squeezed her hand once before letting go. “Goodnight, Megan. See you in the morning.”
Cool air chilled over her flaming face. The first time she’d kissed him she could write off as an accident and save her pride. But not now. And he’d clearly been turned on and into the moment. So why the rejection?
Damn it all, she didn’t have time in her life for games. Anger took root inside her, fueled by frustrated desire. As far as she was concerned, he could take his mixed signals and stuff them.
She would communicate with him on a professional level for the animals. But beyond that, she was done throwing herself at Whit Daltry.
* * *
As Whit landed his plane on the runway back in Royal, he couldn’t help but compare this journey home to their flight out to Colorado. Yesterday’s trip had been full of chatter and fun. The whole day had been one of the best he could remember. And he wanted more of them—with Megan and with Evie. Which meant he had to stay the course. As much as he’d wanted to follow through on Megan’s invitation last night, he sensed she wasn’t as ready as her kiss indicated.
So today, he sat up front alone at the plane’s helm, while Evie stayed in the back napping beside her mom. The craft glided along the runway, slowing, slowing, slowing. He taxied up to the small airport that serviced their little town, the only place that had ever felt like home.
Megan had stayed quiet all day for the most part, giving only one or two answers to his questions about her work. Had he offended her last night? He’d only intended to ramp her interest, to take his time rather than rush her and risk her bolting. And now she’d bolted anyway after one of the most explosive kisses of his life. Only a kiss, damn it.
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His hands slid down her back in a steady caress to cup her hips. The steady press of his fingers carefully sinking into her flesh had her writhing closer. It had been so long since she’d languished in these sensations of total, lush arousal. Maybe she was feeling emotional in the wake of the storm’s destruction, leading her to want something more.
And judging from his response, he felt the same. She’d known he was attracted to her too. She couldn’t miss that in his eyes. But feeling the thick length of his arousal against her stomach sent her senses reeling.
His mouth moved along her jaw, then down her neck, his breath caressing along her overheated skin. Her head fell back to give him better access and with each breath she drew in the scent of his aftershave mixed with the sweet smell of fragrant smoke wafting up from the fireplace.
He stroked her arms, then ran his hands up over her shoulders to cup her face. The snag of his callused fingertips sent a thrill through her. He was a man of infinite finesse and raspy masculinity all at once. Would they go to her bedroom or his? She had condoms in her purse. Always. She loved her daughter but she wouldn’t risk an unplanned pregnancy.
The thought threatened to chill her and she sealed her mouth to Whit’s again, her fingers crawling under his sweater to explore the solid wall of his chest. His touch trailed back down her arms in a delicious sweep until he clasped her wrists.
And pulled her hands away from him.
She blinked in confusion. “Whit?”
He angled back, his brown eyes almost black with emotion. “You’re beautiful. I’ve fantasized about what your hair feels like so many times.”
Then he cradled her hips in his palms again and shifted her off his lap and onto the sofa. Were they going to take things further out here? She opened her mouth to suggest they go to her room when she realized he wasn’t sitting down again.
She reached up for him, ready to follow him wherever. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.
His eyes held hers. “Thanks for an amazing day. I look forward to tomorrow.” He squeezed her hand once before letting go. “Goodnight, Megan. See you in the morning.”
Cool air chilled over her flaming face. The first time she’d kissed him she could write off as an accident and save her pride. But not now. And he’d clearly been turned on and into the moment. So why the rejection?
Damn it all, she didn’t have time in her life for games. Anger took root inside her, fueled by frustrated desire. As far as she was concerned, he could take his mixed signals and stuff them.
She would communicate with him on a professional level for the animals. But beyond that, she was done throwing herself at Whit Daltry.
* * *
As Whit landed his plane on the runway back in Royal, he couldn’t help but compare this journey home to their flight out to Colorado. Yesterday’s trip had been full of chatter and fun. The whole day had been one of the best he could remember. And he wanted more of them—with Megan and with Evie. Which meant he had to stay the course. As much as he’d wanted to follow through on Megan’s invitation last night, he sensed she wasn’t as ready as her kiss indicated.
So today, he sat up front alone at the plane’s helm, while Evie stayed in the back napping beside her mom. The craft glided along the runway, slowing, slowing, slowing. He taxied up to the small airport that serviced their little town, the only place that had ever felt like home.
Megan had stayed quiet all day for the most part, giving only one or two answers to his questions about her work. Had he offended her last night? He’d only intended to ramp her interest, to take his time rather than rush her and risk her bolting. And now she’d bolted anyway after one of the most explosive kisses of his life. Only a kiss, damn it.
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