planting just last month.
He loved flowers and spent every second when he wasn’t running the dry cleaning business tending a greenhouse full of prizewinning daisies. Miranda herself had never been into gardening until he’d bought her a pair of gloves and put her to work.
Now she shared his routine even if she didn’t share his passion.
Wait a second.
Who said she didn’t share his passion? Sure, she wasn’t a fanatic about it, but she liked gardening.
Seeing a mound of dirt transform into a brilliant cluster of flowers filled her with a sense of pride. And hope. If she could change her surroundings, she could change her life.
She most certainly wasn’t letting herself get hung up on a one-night-stand with a virtual stranger. No matter how phenomenal the orgasm. Or how she kept reliving the memory of the two of them in that back alley. Or how she kept envisioning them getting hot and heavy in the front loader of a John Deere tractor. Or buck-naked on the fifty-yard line at the local stadium. Or sweaty and desperate in the back seat of her car—
Enough!
She wasn’t thinking about him. And she certainly wasn’t thinking about the Sex Spots List. Sure, she’d wondered in the past what it might be like to do it in the various locations—she was only human, after all—but she’d never pictured herself with any certain someone.
Until now.
Over, she reminded herself. Her head knew that.
If only her hormones could grasp that all-important fact.
Chapter Eight
S HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HIM.
Fantasizing.
Wanting.
The realization peeled back the edges of sleep and slithered down under the covers with him. Desire burned into Cody like a cattle brand as he found himself pulled into her fantasy.
They were smack dab in the middle of Town Square in a small, white gazebo. He peeled off his clothes and she peeled off hers, both of them oblivious to the occasional car that zipped up Main Street. That was half the fun. The spurt of excitement when they heard the grumble of an engine. The fear of discovery. The excitement.
His cock throbbed and he touched himself, stroking his length and mimicking the movement of her hand. He kissed her with all the desperation building in his body before she pulled away and slid down between his legs. Her mouth closed over the head of his erection. She licked, swirling her tongue and driving him crazy before sucking him deep into her mouth.
His fingers closed in her silky hair, holding her close as he bucked his hips and urged himself deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked. The back of herthroat rasped the head of his penis. His fingers tightened. His body went stiff and he exploded—
Cody’s eyes snapped open to find his hands clenched in the sheets and his body trembling.
He glanced at the digital alarm clock sitting on the scarred nightstand. It was barely noon. The truth registered and disbelief rushed through him. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the day. And he certainly didn’t have wet dreams. He was a vampire, for Christ’s sake. When he slept, he slept. There was no tossing and turning and dreaming. And he sure as hell did not jack-off.
He threw off the sheet and wiped at his gritty eyes. A bright yellow glow outlined the edges of the blinds and made a criss-cross pattern across the hardwood floor. He spared a glance at the door. The deadbolt was turned, still locked tight. A chair wedged under the door just in case the Do Not Disturb sign wasn’t enough to keep out the cleaning staff. Or, in this case, a nosy old woman who’d already warned him about tracking in mud.
Her name was Winona Adkins. She was an ancient lady with snow-white hair, glasses and white orthopedic shoes. She ran the town’s one and only motel with her grandson, Eldin. He handled the lobby area while she puttered around, cleaning rooms and handing out extra towels.
It wasn’t the type of place where Cody usually hung his hat. He liked his privacy and he sure as hell didn’t
He loved flowers and spent every second when he wasn’t running the dry cleaning business tending a greenhouse full of prizewinning daisies. Miranda herself had never been into gardening until he’d bought her a pair of gloves and put her to work.
Now she shared his routine even if she didn’t share his passion.
Wait a second.
Who said she didn’t share his passion? Sure, she wasn’t a fanatic about it, but she liked gardening.
Seeing a mound of dirt transform into a brilliant cluster of flowers filled her with a sense of pride. And hope. If she could change her surroundings, she could change her life.
She most certainly wasn’t letting herself get hung up on a one-night-stand with a virtual stranger. No matter how phenomenal the orgasm. Or how she kept reliving the memory of the two of them in that back alley. Or how she kept envisioning them getting hot and heavy in the front loader of a John Deere tractor. Or buck-naked on the fifty-yard line at the local stadium. Or sweaty and desperate in the back seat of her car—
Enough!
She wasn’t thinking about him. And she certainly wasn’t thinking about the Sex Spots List. Sure, she’d wondered in the past what it might be like to do it in the various locations—she was only human, after all—but she’d never pictured herself with any certain someone.
Until now.
Over, she reminded herself. Her head knew that.
If only her hormones could grasp that all-important fact.
Chapter Eight
S HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HIM.
Fantasizing.
Wanting.
The realization peeled back the edges of sleep and slithered down under the covers with him. Desire burned into Cody like a cattle brand as he found himself pulled into her fantasy.
They were smack dab in the middle of Town Square in a small, white gazebo. He peeled off his clothes and she peeled off hers, both of them oblivious to the occasional car that zipped up Main Street. That was half the fun. The spurt of excitement when they heard the grumble of an engine. The fear of discovery. The excitement.
His cock throbbed and he touched himself, stroking his length and mimicking the movement of her hand. He kissed her with all the desperation building in his body before she pulled away and slid down between his legs. Her mouth closed over the head of his erection. She licked, swirling her tongue and driving him crazy before sucking him deep into her mouth.
His fingers closed in her silky hair, holding her close as he bucked his hips and urged himself deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked. The back of herthroat rasped the head of his penis. His fingers tightened. His body went stiff and he exploded—
Cody’s eyes snapped open to find his hands clenched in the sheets and his body trembling.
He glanced at the digital alarm clock sitting on the scarred nightstand. It was barely noon. The truth registered and disbelief rushed through him. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the day. And he certainly didn’t have wet dreams. He was a vampire, for Christ’s sake. When he slept, he slept. There was no tossing and turning and dreaming. And he sure as hell did not jack-off.
He threw off the sheet and wiped at his gritty eyes. A bright yellow glow outlined the edges of the blinds and made a criss-cross pattern across the hardwood floor. He spared a glance at the door. The deadbolt was turned, still locked tight. A chair wedged under the door just in case the Do Not Disturb sign wasn’t enough to keep out the cleaning staff. Or, in this case, a nosy old woman who’d already warned him about tracking in mud.
Her name was Winona Adkins. She was an ancient lady with snow-white hair, glasses and white orthopedic shoes. She ran the town’s one and only motel with her grandson, Eldin. He handled the lobby area while she puttered around, cleaning rooms and handing out extra towels.
It wasn’t the type of place where Cody usually hung his hat. He liked his privacy and he sure as hell didn’t
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