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Authors: Kimberly Kincaid
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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perfect swoop of her jawline to taste the sweet divot behind her ear, he coasted lower to sample the honey-colored column of her neck, then the tight juncture where her collarbone met it.
Damn, this woman was a delicacy. Burning with uncut desire, he returned to her mouth, turning her sigh to a gasp.
“Oh. Oh .” Sloane fisted his shirt hard enough to pull the fabric taut over his chest, and the click of a button hitting the hardwood registered in a vague corner of his mind. In one fluid move, her lap covered his, the heated seam of those infernally long legs notched over his aching erection in a way that left zero to the imagination.
“Gavin.”
The way her voice shaped his name, with equal parts promise and raw desire, smashed into him like a sucker punch, and the undiluted shock of where they were and what they were doing—hell, what they could’ve been doing—made him skid to a stiff halt under her ministrations.
“Sloane . . . Sloane, we’re in the living room.” Was he out of his mind? How the hell had he let lust hijack his common sense so thoroughly?
“Okay.” She lifted her head, fluttering her eyelids open as if she’d been knocked from a dream. Doing his best to ignore the sexy tumble of her hair and the throbbing protest in his pants, Gavin shifted her gently off of his lap.
“Wait, I didn’t mean you should stop. I just . . .” Sloane’s fingers flew to the bow of her lips, even more full from having been thoroughly kissed, and a flush crept over her high cheekbones. “Ah, I see. But you did.”
Without pause, she stood and put on her coat in one fluid motion, heavy footsteps thumping over the floorboards in time with her brisk strides toward the door.
“Sloane, wait. I should apologize. It was . . .”
Amazing. Incredible. Hands down the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had anyone lay on me in all my thirty-two years.
He shook his head. “It was impulsive. I was out of line, and I’m truly sorry.”
She kept her back to him for just a breath before turning to look over one shoulder, throwing him a saucy smile that slapped the chagrin right out of him.
“A word to the wise, boss. If you’ve gotta apologize after you kiss a girl, you might want to rethink your strategy. See you tomorrow.”
And then she was gone.
Chapter Five
After her alarm went off for the third time, Sloane ran out of swear words and had no choice but to haul herself out of bed. Chucking a handful of sleep-mussed hair from her eyes, she plodded to the coffeepot, pausing just long enough to hit the auto-brew button with the back of one hand. The memory of Gavin’s scorching hot kiss slammed back into her conscious thoughts with all the grace of a stampeding bull, and she swiped a hand over her lips in an effort to get them to stop tingling.
Well, hell. It hadn’t worked for the two hours she’d spent twisting around in her bed last night before finally dropping off to sleep at three A.M. What on earth made her think it was going to work now?
“Hrmmph.” She directed the grunt at her cell phone, whose beep signaled an unread text message. Carly’s number flashed across the top of the screen, and Sloane palmed her phone with a bleary grumble as she trudged to the bathroom. Time was of the essence, and while she drew the line at texting and driving, she could text and brush her teeth with the best of them.
How was babysitting? Money=good, yes? Gav is a good guy. Trust me! PS, rehearsal Friday, 5 P.M. sharp!
She made a sour face around her mouthful of toothpaste, and not just at the prospect of attending her best friend’s wedding rehearsal, an event that would likely send her mother into the stratosphere. If her sister Angela wasn’t ready to pop with baby number three any minute now, Sloane’s mother wouldn’t hesitate to attend the wedding and make her life a living hell in person.
She made a mental note to send her sister Angela a thank-you note and stuffed her mother’s disapproval down,
Damn, this woman was a delicacy. Burning with uncut desire, he returned to her mouth, turning her sigh to a gasp.
“Oh. Oh .” Sloane fisted his shirt hard enough to pull the fabric taut over his chest, and the click of a button hitting the hardwood registered in a vague corner of his mind. In one fluid move, her lap covered his, the heated seam of those infernally long legs notched over his aching erection in a way that left zero to the imagination.
“Gavin.”
The way her voice shaped his name, with equal parts promise and raw desire, smashed into him like a sucker punch, and the undiluted shock of where they were and what they were doing—hell, what they could’ve been doing—made him skid to a stiff halt under her ministrations.
“Sloane . . . Sloane, we’re in the living room.” Was he out of his mind? How the hell had he let lust hijack his common sense so thoroughly?
“Okay.” She lifted her head, fluttering her eyelids open as if she’d been knocked from a dream. Doing his best to ignore the sexy tumble of her hair and the throbbing protest in his pants, Gavin shifted her gently off of his lap.
“Wait, I didn’t mean you should stop. I just . . .” Sloane’s fingers flew to the bow of her lips, even more full from having been thoroughly kissed, and a flush crept over her high cheekbones. “Ah, I see. But you did.”
Without pause, she stood and put on her coat in one fluid motion, heavy footsteps thumping over the floorboards in time with her brisk strides toward the door.
“Sloane, wait. I should apologize. It was . . .”
Amazing. Incredible. Hands down the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had anyone lay on me in all my thirty-two years.
He shook his head. “It was impulsive. I was out of line, and I’m truly sorry.”
She kept her back to him for just a breath before turning to look over one shoulder, throwing him a saucy smile that slapped the chagrin right out of him.
“A word to the wise, boss. If you’ve gotta apologize after you kiss a girl, you might want to rethink your strategy. See you tomorrow.”
And then she was gone.
Chapter Five
After her alarm went off for the third time, Sloane ran out of swear words and had no choice but to haul herself out of bed. Chucking a handful of sleep-mussed hair from her eyes, she plodded to the coffeepot, pausing just long enough to hit the auto-brew button with the back of one hand. The memory of Gavin’s scorching hot kiss slammed back into her conscious thoughts with all the grace of a stampeding bull, and she swiped a hand over her lips in an effort to get them to stop tingling.
Well, hell. It hadn’t worked for the two hours she’d spent twisting around in her bed last night before finally dropping off to sleep at three A.M. What on earth made her think it was going to work now?
“Hrmmph.” She directed the grunt at her cell phone, whose beep signaled an unread text message. Carly’s number flashed across the top of the screen, and Sloane palmed her phone with a bleary grumble as she trudged to the bathroom. Time was of the essence, and while she drew the line at texting and driving, she could text and brush her teeth with the best of them.
How was babysitting? Money=good, yes? Gav is a good guy. Trust me! PS, rehearsal Friday, 5 P.M. sharp!
She made a sour face around her mouthful of toothpaste, and not just at the prospect of attending her best friend’s wedding rehearsal, an event that would likely send her mother into the stratosphere. If her sister Angela wasn’t ready to pop with baby number three any minute now, Sloane’s mother wouldn’t hesitate to attend the wedding and make her life a living hell in person.
She made a mental note to send her sister Angela a thank-you note and stuffed her mother’s disapproval down,
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