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General Romantic Suspense, Romantic Suspense
“See you’re gettin’ stressy,” he muttered, his eyes scanning my face, his hands skimming my body.
“My childhood home was firebombed last night and I don’t know what to do about you. Of course I’m getting stressy.”
His face disappeared in my neck and he murmured in my ear, “I can teach you better ways to deal with stress than downin’ donuts.”
I knew this to be true since he’d already expended a fair amount of effort on those lessons. Except for stressing out about why I was letting him visit me, after a night with him my body felt like I’d received a one and a half hour full body massage at the hands of a master while in a steam room.
I put my hands to his shoulders and exerted pressure, saying, “My stepmom and your commandos are in the kitchen.”
His head came up and he looked down at me, his eyes warm and my belly got squishy. “We’ll be quick and quiet,” he whispered.
He could be quick? He’d never been quick before. He was a man who took his time and he did this in a good way.
“I can’t have sex in a house that Meredith is in. And I can’t have sex with you because I haven’t decided what to do about you.”
I wasn’t paying attention so when his hands met the hem of my nightshirt then went in and up, the warmth of them light on my skin made me shiver.
“How about I help you decide,” he offered then his head dipped and his lips slid across my jaw and that felt nice, coupled with his hands still moving on me, I did another shiver.
I pulled myself together. “No, I need to make the decision on my own. I’m compiling a mental pros and cons list of whether I should explore things with you.”
His head came up, his lips in a minor grin but the dimples were there. One of his hands stilled but the other one came out of my nightshirt, lifted and ran along my hairline.
“What you got?” he whispered.
“You’re bossy, arrogant, intrusive, annoying and you crushed Troy like a bug without thought or remorse. Those are cons,” I shared honestly.
His minor grin amplified.
See! Totally unrepentant.
“Oh, and you don’t listen to me,” I added.
More grinning then, “Do I have anything going for me?”
“On the very rare occasion you can be sweet, you’re a cuddler and you carried me out of a burning building. Those are the pros.”
“I’m a cuddler?”
His brows went up. “That’s important enough to put on your list?”
He stared at me, grinning nearly at a smile then he noted, “Fuckin’ ridiculous what women think is important.”
My eyes got squinty and I snapped, “Con!”
The grin became a smile when he whispered, “You forgot a pro, baby.”
“No,” I corrected. “So far, that list is exhaustive.”