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promise.”
“No, thanks. Consider me surprised.” Her voice was flat, emotionless.
Okay. He was confused. “Cassie—” Bowie stopped talking when she lifted up her hand in a gesture clearly asking him to not speak.
“I don’t think—”
“That’s right, don’t think, don’t change your mind.” There was no way she hadn’t enjoyed his kiss. But he could read women pretty well, and this one clearly had her back up about something. Okay, so he’d come on a little strong. He was a guy! What did she expect? “Come on, you’ll like what I have to show you. In fact, you’d be sorry if you missed it. So, we’re going. And that’s final!” He saw her look at him, startled. Bowie hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but he felt if he left now, he might not be able to regain the ground he was losing—fast.
Cassie met his gaze, squarely. “Okay.” She didn’t really feel like arguing, she felt more like crying.
Dry-scrubbing his face, Bowie let out a long sigh. It had been his intention to prove to her she was desirable, and the next thing he knew he had been knocked for a loop. Okay, he got the message, not only from Cassie but from his own conscience. One thing for sure, he needed to decide damned quick where he wanted this thing to go before he let it get completely out of hand.
“Where’s your coat? You’re gonna need it. It’s cold out there.” Not waiting for direction, he looked around, spied one hanging on the hook of a hall chair and grabbed it.
As he came back, Cassie tried to take it from him. “I can do it.” She didn’t need his help. She could put on her own damn coat, something she’d been doing for a long time. She wasn’t a helpless cripple. Nor did she need his pity. God! All she wanted to do was hang her head, cover it with this stupid coat and weep.
Shame, white hot shame made her almost throw up. What had she done? Oh yea, she knew. She’d held on to him, kissing him, touching him, begging for whatever he’d give her. And he had to push her away! He’d had to literally force her mouth from his. How could she have been so stupid?
Bowie watched her hold the coat up, jamming her hand near the sleeve several times and missing. “Let me help.” He didn’t know what to do. Apparently something more was going on than he realized. Great, talk about a fuck-up.
“I got it.” She twisted away from him and finally pulled the coat on and down into place. “I’m ready.”
She didn’t say the words with any degree of enthusiasm. Cassie sounded as if she were ready to make the green mile walk to the death chamber.
“If you’re sure…” What was he saying? He wasn’t about to give her an out. “Let me get your hair.” He boldly ran his hand under the heavy weight of her hair and lifted it. “Rise up, you’re sitting on it.” Shit. Then he went stock still. She probably couldn’t rise up.
“Okay.” She sighed.
And to his surprise, she clasped the arms of the chair and moved left, then right as he pulled the silken waterfall free, letting it flow down her back and pool around her hips. “There.” He stroked the strands of gold which fascinated him endlessly. An image of her sitting astride him, naked, bent over with that curtain of hair providing a barrier between them and the outside world filled his head. Dang! Now he was getting hard again.
“Thanks,” she mumbled as she tried to zip her jacket.
Needing to be close again, Bowie went to his knees and gently put the two ends of the zipper together and began to close her coat. Several times his knuckles brushed against soft spots and he audibly moaned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, startled. “Did it grab you?”
“Nah, I’m good.” It wasn’t the zipper that grabbed him, it was her—right by the heartstrings.
Cassie endured his touch. Endured. Cause if she could have gotten up from the chair and run out the door, she would have. As he
“No, thanks. Consider me surprised.” Her voice was flat, emotionless.
Okay. He was confused. “Cassie—” Bowie stopped talking when she lifted up her hand in a gesture clearly asking him to not speak.
“I don’t think—”
“That’s right, don’t think, don’t change your mind.” There was no way she hadn’t enjoyed his kiss. But he could read women pretty well, and this one clearly had her back up about something. Okay, so he’d come on a little strong. He was a guy! What did she expect? “Come on, you’ll like what I have to show you. In fact, you’d be sorry if you missed it. So, we’re going. And that’s final!” He saw her look at him, startled. Bowie hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but he felt if he left now, he might not be able to regain the ground he was losing—fast.
Cassie met his gaze, squarely. “Okay.” She didn’t really feel like arguing, she felt more like crying.
Dry-scrubbing his face, Bowie let out a long sigh. It had been his intention to prove to her she was desirable, and the next thing he knew he had been knocked for a loop. Okay, he got the message, not only from Cassie but from his own conscience. One thing for sure, he needed to decide damned quick where he wanted this thing to go before he let it get completely out of hand.
“Where’s your coat? You’re gonna need it. It’s cold out there.” Not waiting for direction, he looked around, spied one hanging on the hook of a hall chair and grabbed it.
As he came back, Cassie tried to take it from him. “I can do it.” She didn’t need his help. She could put on her own damn coat, something she’d been doing for a long time. She wasn’t a helpless cripple. Nor did she need his pity. God! All she wanted to do was hang her head, cover it with this stupid coat and weep.
Shame, white hot shame made her almost throw up. What had she done? Oh yea, she knew. She’d held on to him, kissing him, touching him, begging for whatever he’d give her. And he had to push her away! He’d had to literally force her mouth from his. How could she have been so stupid?
Bowie watched her hold the coat up, jamming her hand near the sleeve several times and missing. “Let me help.” He didn’t know what to do. Apparently something more was going on than he realized. Great, talk about a fuck-up.
“I got it.” She twisted away from him and finally pulled the coat on and down into place. “I’m ready.”
She didn’t say the words with any degree of enthusiasm. Cassie sounded as if she were ready to make the green mile walk to the death chamber.
“If you’re sure…” What was he saying? He wasn’t about to give her an out. “Let me get your hair.” He boldly ran his hand under the heavy weight of her hair and lifted it. “Rise up, you’re sitting on it.” Shit. Then he went stock still. She probably couldn’t rise up.
“Okay.” She sighed.
And to his surprise, she clasped the arms of the chair and moved left, then right as he pulled the silken waterfall free, letting it flow down her back and pool around her hips. “There.” He stroked the strands of gold which fascinated him endlessly. An image of her sitting astride him, naked, bent over with that curtain of hair providing a barrier between them and the outside world filled his head. Dang! Now he was getting hard again.
“Thanks,” she mumbled as she tried to zip her jacket.
Needing to be close again, Bowie went to his knees and gently put the two ends of the zipper together and began to close her coat. Several times his knuckles brushed against soft spots and he audibly moaned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, startled. “Did it grab you?”
“Nah, I’m good.” It wasn’t the zipper that grabbed him, it was her—right by the heartstrings.
Cassie endured his touch. Endured. Cause if she could have gotten up from the chair and run out the door, she would have. As he
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