started building up again.
Under the water, he turned again. Then he twisted the faucet until cold water shot him in the groin. A shiver ran through him and he gritted his teeth. But it did the trick. Not quite a sledgehammer, but his erection finally wilted.
Problem solved.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Rubbing his hair dry, he stepped out of the shower and dried off the rest of his shivering body. Shivering was good. He tended to run hot in every sense of the word, and sometimes a blast of arctic chill was exactly what he needed.
And now his hard-on was good and killed. He didn’t need Phoebe to take care of him. He didn’t need anyone. For anything. He had himself, his skill, and he had tequila. What else could a man possibly require?
Phoebe grabbed a ceramic coffee mug off the shelf and slammed the cupboard door closed. When she’d come home from her little jaunt to Nick’s last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. She’d taken a shower to scrub her body, sticky from chocolate pudding and Nick’s mouth. Maybe it was the organic soap, but she didn’t feel as if she’d washed everything off. She could still feel his hands on her skin; her body tingled everywhere he’d spread chocolate on her: her neck, her breasts, her mouth. Her pussy…
Not thinking about that. Even just the thought of his face between her legs sent a little pulse of lust right to the place his tongue had licked so adeptly.
“Morning!”
Phoebe jumped, practically dropping the mug, but catching it before it hit the hard wood. Taking a deep breath, she turned and tried to look normal as her brother-in-law came into the kitchen. She smiled. There. That had to appear somewhat natural, right?
He glanced at her. “What’s wrong with your face?”
Her free hand flew to her mouth. Had she missed some chocolate somewhere? In what she hoped was a subtle gesture, she licked her lips. No chocolate came back on her tongue.
Instead, she tasted him .
Oh, God, that couldn’t be good.
Steve gave her one more look before opening the refrigerator door. “You seem a bit out of it this morning.”
She supposed that was one way of putting it. Frustrated, confused, horny, irritated. Any of those adjectives would work, really. But sure, she could go with “out of it.”
She grabbed the soy creamer out of Steve’s hand and poured some into her still-empty mug and filled it with coffee. “I’m just thinking of all the things I have to do later. I think I’m going to teach the kids how to harvest honey today.” She chugged a few gulps of coffee. “And I think the herb garden needs to be trimmed.” Gulp, gulp, gulp. “Oh, and I got a fax last night from Edible Earth in Marin for ten pounds of carrots, so we’ll have to pull and ship.” She poured more coffee into her cup. “And I need to see how the eggplants are doing.” Right. Eggplants.
She went to take a sip from her mug, but realized she’d drained the cup.
She turned and poured more organic, shade-grown, fair-trade coffee into her mug. It was the only type of caffeine allowed in the house. So it was a damn good thing that the coffee was delicious because Phoebe seemed to be drinking a hefty amount of the stuff that morning.
Steve asked, “You’re not going to the café today?”
She nearly spit out her coffee but managed to swallow before answering. “What?”
He spoke slowly, as if she were incapable of understanding his words. “Don’t you need to run by the café? You know, that restaurant in town you own. The one with the ‘totally incorrigible chef’?”
You mean the one with the taut abs and shockingly hot tattoo across his lean, hard chest? She shook her head. “Um, no. I don’t want to do him today.”
Steve shook his head. “Uh, pardon me?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t want to do him today?”
Crap. “I mean, I don’t need to see him today. That’s what I meant.”
He continued staring at her.
“What?” She shifted on her feet
Under the water, he turned again. Then he twisted the faucet until cold water shot him in the groin. A shiver ran through him and he gritted his teeth. But it did the trick. Not quite a sledgehammer, but his erection finally wilted.
Problem solved.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Rubbing his hair dry, he stepped out of the shower and dried off the rest of his shivering body. Shivering was good. He tended to run hot in every sense of the word, and sometimes a blast of arctic chill was exactly what he needed.
And now his hard-on was good and killed. He didn’t need Phoebe to take care of him. He didn’t need anyone. For anything. He had himself, his skill, and he had tequila. What else could a man possibly require?
Phoebe grabbed a ceramic coffee mug off the shelf and slammed the cupboard door closed. When she’d come home from her little jaunt to Nick’s last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. She’d taken a shower to scrub her body, sticky from chocolate pudding and Nick’s mouth. Maybe it was the organic soap, but she didn’t feel as if she’d washed everything off. She could still feel his hands on her skin; her body tingled everywhere he’d spread chocolate on her: her neck, her breasts, her mouth. Her pussy…
Not thinking about that. Even just the thought of his face between her legs sent a little pulse of lust right to the place his tongue had licked so adeptly.
“Morning!”
Phoebe jumped, practically dropping the mug, but catching it before it hit the hard wood. Taking a deep breath, she turned and tried to look normal as her brother-in-law came into the kitchen. She smiled. There. That had to appear somewhat natural, right?
He glanced at her. “What’s wrong with your face?”
Her free hand flew to her mouth. Had she missed some chocolate somewhere? In what she hoped was a subtle gesture, she licked her lips. No chocolate came back on her tongue.
Instead, she tasted him .
Oh, God, that couldn’t be good.
Steve gave her one more look before opening the refrigerator door. “You seem a bit out of it this morning.”
She supposed that was one way of putting it. Frustrated, confused, horny, irritated. Any of those adjectives would work, really. But sure, she could go with “out of it.”
She grabbed the soy creamer out of Steve’s hand and poured some into her still-empty mug and filled it with coffee. “I’m just thinking of all the things I have to do later. I think I’m going to teach the kids how to harvest honey today.” She chugged a few gulps of coffee. “And I think the herb garden needs to be trimmed.” Gulp, gulp, gulp. “Oh, and I got a fax last night from Edible Earth in Marin for ten pounds of carrots, so we’ll have to pull and ship.” She poured more coffee into her cup. “And I need to see how the eggplants are doing.” Right. Eggplants.
She went to take a sip from her mug, but realized she’d drained the cup.
She turned and poured more organic, shade-grown, fair-trade coffee into her mug. It was the only type of caffeine allowed in the house. So it was a damn good thing that the coffee was delicious because Phoebe seemed to be drinking a hefty amount of the stuff that morning.
Steve asked, “You’re not going to the café today?”
She nearly spit out her coffee but managed to swallow before answering. “What?”
He spoke slowly, as if she were incapable of understanding his words. “Don’t you need to run by the café? You know, that restaurant in town you own. The one with the ‘totally incorrigible chef’?”
You mean the one with the taut abs and shockingly hot tattoo across his lean, hard chest? She shook her head. “Um, no. I don’t want to do him today.”
Steve shook his head. “Uh, pardon me?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t want to do him today?”
Crap. “I mean, I don’t need to see him today. That’s what I meant.”
He continued staring at her.
“What?” She shifted on her feet
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