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was stuck. Well into the wee small hours of the morning, she first thought to say goodnight at the door after some luscious mouth munching . B ut with everything that occurred earlier , and what she learned about herself, reasoning decided to take a holiday and fear swooped in fast , giving her no choice but to cave to her inner damsel in distress and not want to enter an empty house alone .
“ Of course I’d love to stay . ” He sounded so happy, so pleased to have been asked. But stay? She didn’t ask him to stay. Why would he want to stay over with her?
“Really?” The first and last time a guy stayed over, he promised her the world, and then took it back in the morning , along with her virginity. Refusing to make the same mistake again, she clarified what “stay” meant to her. “Just for a little bit , then .”
“ Oh, okay . No problem. Camille, y ou’re a living ice cube that’s about to shatter from all the trembling. Let’ s get you inside and warmed up. ”
“ You’re right. I am .” She tried in vain to unlock her door and gave up, passing him the keys instead. “Would you please?”
“Sure.” He smiled easily and opened the door.
She scooted past him , toss ed her backpack on the floor, and turned on the foyer light. “It’s mostly your fault that I’m a blithering mess , you know .”
He blanched and shut the door behind him. “ Yes, I know. Does this make up for it?”
Stepping toward her with apology and desire warring in his eyes, he slid his fingers from her jaw line around to the base of her neck, tugg ing her close for a soul -searing k iss. Drawn in like a dust bunny to a vacuum , she fell into his embrace, and let him soothe away the uncertainty with his tender lips . A moan rattled low in her throat . My God , but he’s a great kisser!
“This is part of the reason why I’m a mess ,” she spoke while her lips sought the corners of his mouth and back again . Her hands betrayed her mind and wound their way through his silky hair. His rumpled look had been one of the reasons she’d taken a further glance at him at the library. That and his mesmerizing eyes. Her mind fought back against the growing heat emanating from the core of her and pulled away, absently touching her fingers to her lips. “ I think you should go. It’s late. I’ll be fine now.” No way could she take this any further. Making out by the front door spoke volumes to her growth in the romance department . But she feared if anything more were to develop she’d lose herself again . Walking over to the door, she thought of the very last time she’d been kissed so thoroughly. Robert , the virginity stealer . Damn him!
“Have I done something wrong?”
“No, you haven’t. You’ve done something right. But it can ’t go any further than this right now. It’s been quite a tumultuous day. Be safe driving home.” She smiled and gently prodded the perplexed schoolboy out the door. “ I’ll see you in a couple days , I suppose. Thanks for the drive.”
She smiled as she calmly shut the door behind him , and when it closed, she leaned against it shaking her head. Boy, he could do some real damage to this heart if I’m not careful. Moving boxes were arriving in a few hours. She needed to go to bed and not think about anything for a while. Especially kisses that curled her toes and straightened her hair.
***
A low rumbling roused her from a restless sleep. Obnoxious raps on her door told her the movers were here with her belongings . Yawning, she threw the covers back and raced downstairs, still in her clothes from yesterday. Too tired to care, she opened the door without even looking first in the foyer mirror. A burley, sweaty man stood before her, dressed in jeans and a Motorhead t-shirt. He tried hiding a grin, but failed miserably. Irritated, she ran her fingers through her hair and found much of it had been behaving badly. No wonder the smile.
“You Ms. Dutton?”
“Yes, I am. Did you know
“ Of course I’d love to stay . ” He sounded so happy, so pleased to have been asked. But stay? She didn’t ask him to stay. Why would he want to stay over with her?
“Really?” The first and last time a guy stayed over, he promised her the world, and then took it back in the morning , along with her virginity. Refusing to make the same mistake again, she clarified what “stay” meant to her. “Just for a little bit , then .”
“ Oh, okay . No problem. Camille, y ou’re a living ice cube that’s about to shatter from all the trembling. Let’ s get you inside and warmed up. ”
“ You’re right. I am .” She tried in vain to unlock her door and gave up, passing him the keys instead. “Would you please?”
“Sure.” He smiled easily and opened the door.
She scooted past him , toss ed her backpack on the floor, and turned on the foyer light. “It’s mostly your fault that I’m a blithering mess , you know .”
He blanched and shut the door behind him. “ Yes, I know. Does this make up for it?”
Stepping toward her with apology and desire warring in his eyes, he slid his fingers from her jaw line around to the base of her neck, tugg ing her close for a soul -searing k iss. Drawn in like a dust bunny to a vacuum , she fell into his embrace, and let him soothe away the uncertainty with his tender lips . A moan rattled low in her throat . My God , but he’s a great kisser!
“This is part of the reason why I’m a mess ,” she spoke while her lips sought the corners of his mouth and back again . Her hands betrayed her mind and wound their way through his silky hair. His rumpled look had been one of the reasons she’d taken a further glance at him at the library. That and his mesmerizing eyes. Her mind fought back against the growing heat emanating from the core of her and pulled away, absently touching her fingers to her lips. “ I think you should go. It’s late. I’ll be fine now.” No way could she take this any further. Making out by the front door spoke volumes to her growth in the romance department . But she feared if anything more were to develop she’d lose herself again . Walking over to the door, she thought of the very last time she’d been kissed so thoroughly. Robert , the virginity stealer . Damn him!
“Have I done something wrong?”
“No, you haven’t. You’ve done something right. But it can ’t go any further than this right now. It’s been quite a tumultuous day. Be safe driving home.” She smiled and gently prodded the perplexed schoolboy out the door. “ I’ll see you in a couple days , I suppose. Thanks for the drive.”
She smiled as she calmly shut the door behind him , and when it closed, she leaned against it shaking her head. Boy, he could do some real damage to this heart if I’m not careful. Moving boxes were arriving in a few hours. She needed to go to bed and not think about anything for a while. Especially kisses that curled her toes and straightened her hair.
***
A low rumbling roused her from a restless sleep. Obnoxious raps on her door told her the movers were here with her belongings . Yawning, she threw the covers back and raced downstairs, still in her clothes from yesterday. Too tired to care, she opened the door without even looking first in the foyer mirror. A burley, sweaty man stood before her, dressed in jeans and a Motorhead t-shirt. He tried hiding a grin, but failed miserably. Irritated, she ran her fingers through her hair and found much of it had been behaving badly. No wonder the smile.
“You Ms. Dutton?”
“Yes, I am. Did you know
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