Down the Rabbit Hole by Monica Corwin Page B

pooling at the corners of her eyes.
    She heard the rustle of cloth and turned back around to find him standing in a white T-shirt, black boxer briefs, and his socks. A naked pistol was clutched in his hand. He laid the gun on the coffee table. Elsa gathered his clothes and took them to the dryer in the other room. Luckily, she had washed all the towels in the shop earlier, or he’d have been stuck in wet clothes all night.
    When she came back into the room, she found him lounging just as he had been completely comfortable in his partial nudity.
    Comfortable was not the word she could use for herself. An electric heat shimmered under her skin and her clit pulsed as she tried not to stare—especially not at the bulge in his tight underwear.
    “So tell me about yourself, Elsa. You’re here all the time so I assume you don’t have a significant other. Do you have any kids or pets?”
    She laughed. “I honestly don’t have time for either. With the damn one shot coffee makers on the market now, the coffee business isn’t as big as it used to be. Most of my customers come in for the free Wi-Fi. How about you?”
    He shook his head. “Nope. The girl I’ve liked for a long time never seems to notice me.”
    Elsa swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and glanced down at her hands. “Well, she’s an idiot if she can’t see you.”
    She felt him shift on the couch. When she looked up, his face was only inches from hers.
    “It’s you, Elsa. You’re the girl I’ve wanted to notice me.”
    Her gaze met his, and she shook her head. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I’m having a hallucination.”
    He grinned that sexy grin, and his dimple deepened on the right side. As if in slow motion, he scooted closer until his bare knee touched her thigh. Her brain raced at ninety miles an hour trying to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, where she should and shouldn’t put her hands. Her mind cleared in an instant when his lips pressed against hers in a feather-light caress.
    With her brain shut down her body took over, and she threw herself into his arms deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers. She sighed. He tasted of coffee and rain. The scent of precipitation from the outside storm still clung to him. She slid her fingers along the back of his neck and into his short hair. It bristled against her palm as she clutched his head, trying to draw him in further.
    Harris pulled away after a moment, and she stifled a groan of disappointment. His hands disappeared under her shirt and lifted it off. She had a sports bra on underneath, and he met her eyes challenging her to say no as he reached around to undo the clasps.
    She wasn’t about to say no to him or this moment. Elsa held his gaze until she needed to move her arms so he could pull the shirt off. When the bra fell away she wanted to cover herself aware of her body’s imperfections. Her pasty white skin contrasted with his tanned complexion as he leaned down and took her right nipple between his lips. She had always thought her breasts were small, but they fit his palm perfectly. Pleasure rolled through her as he laved the sensitive bud.
    “What’s happening?” she asked as she threw her head back allowing him even more access to her skin.
    He pulled back and palmed her breasts, one in each hand massaging them gently. “I’m going to make love to you, Elsa, just as I’ve been dreaming about doing for three years.”
    “How long?” she whispered, wondering if she’d heard him right.
    “For three years I’ve imagined throwing you across every flat surface in your shop. I’ve imagined how you’ll moan against my neck if I lay you down and take you on the big, old kitchen table you keep in the corner. Your whimpers call to me at night as my mind drifts to your silken taste on my tongue. I’ve been madly in love, lust, something with you for so long. This seems like a dream.”
    “If it’s a dream, is it my dream or yours?”
    “Does it