one of
his hands cradle her head and the other anchor her by the
waist.
Just like the last time, the kiss consumed
her. The passion, the heat—she'd never felt anything like it.
The first time hadn't been a fluke.
"This is crazy," he murmured against her
mouth as he slipped his hand under the layers of her clothing to
the bare skin of her back.
She sighed in pleasure and nodded. "Totally
crazy."
"I don't seem to mind that much though." He
clasped her close and rewarded her with another enthusiastic
onslaught.
She hitched her leg over his hip, rubbing
against the very prominent ridge of his erection. Frankly, she
didn't mind either. At all.
"I have an idea," he said after kissing her
so boneless she could have qualified for whatever genus earthworms
belonged to.
She nodded and said, "Yes," before she kissed
him more.
When he came up for air, he pointed out, "You
don't even know what I'm going to suggest."
"No, but I'm sure it's an excellent idea."
She lifted her lips for more.
But he just smiled down at her. "I was going
to suggest me bringing over dinner tomorrow. After my show."
"Okay." She rubbed herself against him,
focusing on the now.
"Okay. Good." He nodded and then disentangled
from her.
Lola blinked in surprise. "What are you
doing?"
"Going home to give us a chance to cool down
and reconsider the biggest mistake we've both made in a long
time."
She frowned. "How does that make sense?"
"It doesn't." He shook his head. "In fact, in
half an hour I'm going to beat my head against the wall for passing
up a chance to 'make out' with the hottest woman I've ever
met."
Lola perked up. "Really?"
"You know you are." He laid another wickedly
intense kiss on her before he turned and jogged down the stairs.
"Think about it, Lola. Tomorrow night."
His sexy voice promised a night of
unimaginable delights—and she had an excellent imagination.
She slumped against the door, fanning herself. There was nothing to
think about. She was going to be ready for him tomorrow night.
Chapter Nine
The benefits of having a boss like Eve was
that when you wanted to leave work early to stalk a man, she just
said "Good luck."
Kristin settled on the step in front of the
locked lobby to the apartments above Grounds for Thought. She had
no idea where Rob Cray lived, but she knew he walked by the café
every day on the way to and from work.
This past week, he'd taken the puppy with
him.
She'd been so surprised when she saw him walk
into the café that first morning with the dog trotting obediently
next to him on a brand-new leash. She hadn't been entirely sure
that he'd keep the bedraggled thing, but the fact that he had
reinforced her decision to ask him to father her child. He had
compassion, and she liked that.
"Excuse me."
Kristin looked up at the gravelly voice. In
front of her stood a hulk of a man: tall, muscles bulging from a
tight T-shirt, longish Johnny Depp hair. His gaze was so intense
that if she hadn't been sitting she'd have backed up a couple
steps.
She swallowed. "Yes?"
"You're in my way." He nodded at the
door.
"You live here?" Then it registered on her
who he was. " Oh . You're the new guy who rented Eve's
apartment."
He simply stared at her.
It'd have scared a normal person, but Kristin
had been raised with two older brothers. She could tell he was all
bark. "They say you're a serial killer."
He continued to stare at her.
"So you're not wanted in five states?"
"Move," he said.
She stood up, not getting out of his way
entirely. "Ogres usually live under bridges, not in San Francisco
flats."
He stepped up, towering over her. "Do you
have a death wish?"
Shrugging, she said, "I need a little
excitement in my life."
He stared at her, a blank look that betrayed
nothing. Then he brushed by her and let himself into the
building.
"Are you okay?"
She turned to find Rob and the puppy a few
feet away. Chanel was straining at her leash, growling after the
intense dude. Rob wasn't much better.
"I'm
his hands cradle her head and the other anchor her by the
waist.
Just like the last time, the kiss consumed
her. The passion, the heat—she'd never felt anything like it.
The first time hadn't been a fluke.
"This is crazy," he murmured against her
mouth as he slipped his hand under the layers of her clothing to
the bare skin of her back.
She sighed in pleasure and nodded. "Totally
crazy."
"I don't seem to mind that much though." He
clasped her close and rewarded her with another enthusiastic
onslaught.
She hitched her leg over his hip, rubbing
against the very prominent ridge of his erection. Frankly, she
didn't mind either. At all.
"I have an idea," he said after kissing her
so boneless she could have qualified for whatever genus earthworms
belonged to.
She nodded and said, "Yes," before she kissed
him more.
When he came up for air, he pointed out, "You
don't even know what I'm going to suggest."
"No, but I'm sure it's an excellent idea."
She lifted her lips for more.
But he just smiled down at her. "I was going
to suggest me bringing over dinner tomorrow. After my show."
"Okay." She rubbed herself against him,
focusing on the now.
"Okay. Good." He nodded and then disentangled
from her.
Lola blinked in surprise. "What are you
doing?"
"Going home to give us a chance to cool down
and reconsider the biggest mistake we've both made in a long
time."
She frowned. "How does that make sense?"
"It doesn't." He shook his head. "In fact, in
half an hour I'm going to beat my head against the wall for passing
up a chance to 'make out' with the hottest woman I've ever
met."
Lola perked up. "Really?"
"You know you are." He laid another wickedly
intense kiss on her before he turned and jogged down the stairs.
"Think about it, Lola. Tomorrow night."
His sexy voice promised a night of
unimaginable delights—and she had an excellent imagination.
She slumped against the door, fanning herself. There was nothing to
think about. She was going to be ready for him tomorrow night.
Chapter Nine
The benefits of having a boss like Eve was
that when you wanted to leave work early to stalk a man, she just
said "Good luck."
Kristin settled on the step in front of the
locked lobby to the apartments above Grounds for Thought. She had
no idea where Rob Cray lived, but she knew he walked by the café
every day on the way to and from work.
This past week, he'd taken the puppy with
him.
She'd been so surprised when she saw him walk
into the café that first morning with the dog trotting obediently
next to him on a brand-new leash. She hadn't been entirely sure
that he'd keep the bedraggled thing, but the fact that he had
reinforced her decision to ask him to father her child. He had
compassion, and she liked that.
"Excuse me."
Kristin looked up at the gravelly voice. In
front of her stood a hulk of a man: tall, muscles bulging from a
tight T-shirt, longish Johnny Depp hair. His gaze was so intense
that if she hadn't been sitting she'd have backed up a couple
steps.
She swallowed. "Yes?"
"You're in my way." He nodded at the
door.
"You live here?" Then it registered on her
who he was. " Oh . You're the new guy who rented Eve's
apartment."
He simply stared at her.
It'd have scared a normal person, but Kristin
had been raised with two older brothers. She could tell he was all
bark. "They say you're a serial killer."
He continued to stare at her.
"So you're not wanted in five states?"
"Move," he said.
She stood up, not getting out of his way
entirely. "Ogres usually live under bridges, not in San Francisco
flats."
He stepped up, towering over her. "Do you
have a death wish?"
Shrugging, she said, "I need a little
excitement in my life."
He stared at her, a blank look that betrayed
nothing. Then he brushed by her and let himself into the
building.
"Are you okay?"
She turned to find Rob and the puppy a few
feet away. Chanel was straining at her leash, growling after the
intense dude. Rob wasn't much better.
"I'm
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