your bold ways were sort of annoying.”
She grinned, her hands on her hips. “And now? Because, well, of course I can’t tell you how to express yourself to a lady and all, but if you just said that to pass along info and not as a segue into why you think it’s awesome and how much you enjoy a gal with moxie like me, I’ll be quite annoyed with you.”
He laughed. Damn, he loved her sense of humor. “Yes, it was a segue into why I think it really turns me on now. You know, a gal with moxie and all. You’re bold and brassy and you organize your music in a slightly scary but overall impressively catalogued fashion. It’s nearly religious. And your spices are color coordinated. I bet you don’t have a single junk drawer.”
He took a step and pressed her against the doorway. She’d taken her heels off when she came into the house so while she was a long, tall woman, he was a lot taller. She was nearly petite as he got in close, holding her in place.
“There’s something sort of dirty about a woman who organizes her kitchen in a ruthless fashion and can also create what is, most assuredly, art on a plate. You’re salty and sweet. All that big, blue-eyed, blond-haired stuff, goddamn, Juliet, you get me all fussed up.”
She paused and her mischievous grin slid away. But he wasn’t disappointed because the smile she replaced it with was slow and sexy. Mischievous couldn’t begin to describe what that smile promised.
Her breath caught. His words, the tension in that normally slow and easy voice of his, snagged her attention. Tugged low in her belly. This whole week had been utterly delightful. He was this boy she’d known but so much more. The man he’d become interested her.
The intensity of this connection knocked her for a loop. She’d never had this, not with anyone. She was bold. A take-charge woman who got what she needed and gave as good as she received.
Gideon made her feel so damned alive.
Sexual tension vibrated between them. His weight against her body. No harming. But he wanted her there and that was . . . well, it ran over her hot and fast. Sex wasn’t something she was ashamed of enjoying. She sought it out when she needed it. Enjoyed the men she had it with. For a time.
But this wasn’t enjoyable.
This heat between them was hot and intense and it got under her skin that he wanted her the way he seemed to.
They would end up in bed. No doubt about it. And when they got there, it would be absofuckinglutely fantastic.
For now he held her there, slowly seducing her into a wobbly-kneed mess of a woman frightfully close to begging a man to have his way with her.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” She slid her palms up his chest and to his shoulders. “And yet you’re going.” She tiptoed up and nipped at his bottom lip.
It would be a whole heaping helping of just what she needed to get naked and sweaty with this man. Right then. And for a few hours more.
“I’m hungry for you, Jules.” He took a deep breath and stepped back. “I’m hungry for you and it aches.”
He bent and took a kiss, this one more bold than the last. His tongue slid in, against hers and then he was gone again.
“I want to enjoy that ache a while.” He bent and kissed her again, but with this kiss he settled in. This wasn’t quick. No, he took a long, leisurely tour. Little kisses against the edge of her mouth, nips of her bottom lip, the slide of his tongue against hers. He stole her breath as she held on. Held on as he kissed her until her spine eased and all there was was his scent on her skin, his lips on hers, hands at her hips.
He pulled back and tipped his forehead to hers. “When does Tart close tomorrow?”
“Eleven. I’m shortening my Saturday hours and Mary will take over and close up at two. She’s doing these nifty little box lunches. When they’re gone, they’re gone. This is the first week she’s doing the weekend lunch boxes so I hope they’ll kick butt for her.” God, she
She grinned, her hands on her hips. “And now? Because, well, of course I can’t tell you how to express yourself to a lady and all, but if you just said that to pass along info and not as a segue into why you think it’s awesome and how much you enjoy a gal with moxie like me, I’ll be quite annoyed with you.”
He laughed. Damn, he loved her sense of humor. “Yes, it was a segue into why I think it really turns me on now. You know, a gal with moxie and all. You’re bold and brassy and you organize your music in a slightly scary but overall impressively catalogued fashion. It’s nearly religious. And your spices are color coordinated. I bet you don’t have a single junk drawer.”
He took a step and pressed her against the doorway. She’d taken her heels off when she came into the house so while she was a long, tall woman, he was a lot taller. She was nearly petite as he got in close, holding her in place.
“There’s something sort of dirty about a woman who organizes her kitchen in a ruthless fashion and can also create what is, most assuredly, art on a plate. You’re salty and sweet. All that big, blue-eyed, blond-haired stuff, goddamn, Juliet, you get me all fussed up.”
She paused and her mischievous grin slid away. But he wasn’t disappointed because the smile she replaced it with was slow and sexy. Mischievous couldn’t begin to describe what that smile promised.
Her breath caught. His words, the tension in that normally slow and easy voice of his, snagged her attention. Tugged low in her belly. This whole week had been utterly delightful. He was this boy she’d known but so much more. The man he’d become interested her.
The intensity of this connection knocked her for a loop. She’d never had this, not with anyone. She was bold. A take-charge woman who got what she needed and gave as good as she received.
Gideon made her feel so damned alive.
Sexual tension vibrated between them. His weight against her body. No harming. But he wanted her there and that was . . . well, it ran over her hot and fast. Sex wasn’t something she was ashamed of enjoying. She sought it out when she needed it. Enjoyed the men she had it with. For a time.
But this wasn’t enjoyable.
This heat between them was hot and intense and it got under her skin that he wanted her the way he seemed to.
They would end up in bed. No doubt about it. And when they got there, it would be absofuckinglutely fantastic.
For now he held her there, slowly seducing her into a wobbly-kneed mess of a woman frightfully close to begging a man to have his way with her.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” She slid her palms up his chest and to his shoulders. “And yet you’re going.” She tiptoed up and nipped at his bottom lip.
It would be a whole heaping helping of just what she needed to get naked and sweaty with this man. Right then. And for a few hours more.
“I’m hungry for you, Jules.” He took a deep breath and stepped back. “I’m hungry for you and it aches.”
He bent and took a kiss, this one more bold than the last. His tongue slid in, against hers and then he was gone again.
“I want to enjoy that ache a while.” He bent and kissed her again, but with this kiss he settled in. This wasn’t quick. No, he took a long, leisurely tour. Little kisses against the edge of her mouth, nips of her bottom lip, the slide of his tongue against hers. He stole her breath as she held on. Held on as he kissed her until her spine eased and all there was was his scent on her skin, his lips on hers, hands at her hips.
He pulled back and tipped his forehead to hers. “When does Tart close tomorrow?”
“Eleven. I’m shortening my Saturday hours and Mary will take over and close up at two. She’s doing these nifty little box lunches. When they’re gone, they’re gone. This is the first week she’s doing the weekend lunch boxes so I hope they’ll kick butt for her.” God, she
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