knock it until you’ve tried it,” he
suggested calmly.
Kennedy ran the fingers of both hands through
her hair, undoing that sexy do…into an even sexier one. Damn, why
did he have to notice that? He tugged his shirt over his head.
“This can’t be happening,” she muttered
distractedly.
“Come on. Kennedy, it’s not that big a deal.
If it makes you feel any better, my parents probably have sex,
too.”
She glared at him, hands on hips. “Don’t you
dare try to mollify me. First, I had to beg you to help me—” With
one surprised palm, she halted his attempt at protest. “I get home
and find my parents have turned into hippies.” She huffed an
indignant sound. “Then I discover that I was conceived out of
wedlock. And that doesn’t even include all the reunion crap. I’ve
had just about all I can stand for one day!”
He unbuttoned his fly and lowered his zipper.
“Don’t blow a gasket, Kennedy. It’s been a long day, but tomorrow
things will be better.”
As if suddenly realizing that he was removing
his clothes, Kennedy stared at him. “What the hell are you
doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
Without another word, Kennedy pivoted and
stormed out the door.
Drake shook his head. He tossed his shirt on
a handy chair and stripped he covers back from the bed. Scratching
his chest, he wandered back into the hall and down to the bathroom.
Kennedy was definitely overreacting. Of course, he was overreacting
as well—only in a different way.
After taking care of necessary business,
including brushing his teeth, he padded back to her room. Surely
things would be better tomorrow. He still hadn’t had a decent
night’s sleep.
What sounded like ripping cloth hit his ears
before he stepped through the bedroom door. He frowned at the sight
of Kennedy crouched in the middle of the bed, dress hiked up around
her shapely thighs.
“What are you doing?”
She backed awkwardly to the foot of the bed,
then hopped down. She flung what looked like a roll of silver duct
tape across the room and slapped her hands together as if dusting
them off. “Now,” she said triumphantly.
“Now what?”
She turned and with a flourish gestured to
the bed. “That’s your side and that’s mine.”
Drake stared in disbelief at the bed she had
divided straight down the middle with a line of duct tape. She
couldn’t be serious.
Kennedy walked to the right side of the
bed—her side. She kicked off her shoes and shot him a look. “And if
you know what’s good for you, you’d better not let any part of your
body cross that line.”
Chapter Four
It was difficult to breathe. She couldn’t
move.
Kennedy struggled to awaken, to fight the
weight crushing her. Slowly, awareness crept through the darkness,
bringing with it a sense of time and place.
Hot. She felt hot and languid as she
floated just the other side of consciousness. Not quite awake, but
not fully asleep. A smile tugged at her lips as she inhaled the
intriguing scent that cloaked her. Leather and musk…warm and male.
Her heart rate increased, edging her closer to consciousness. The
indistinct, seemingly formless weight suddenly began to take
shape.
A hard, heavy thigh rested between hers. A
strong, thick arm draped her chest, long fingers splayed across her
bare shoulder. Her head seemed trapped between two unyielding
objects. Kennedy’s eyes opened and her heart lurched to a near
stop. Her face was pressed into the curve of Drake’s neck, trapped
between his chin and shoulder. He was practically on top of her,
crushing her with his muscular frame. His—
Her eyes rounded when she realized exactly
what was pressing into her hip. She opened her mouth to scream, but
quickly snapped it shut. If she screamed her parents would come
running…She couldn’t do that.
She licked her painfully dry lips. Okay,
be calm, she told herself. All she had to do was wake him—no!
No way would she let him catch her like this. She frowned as
suggested calmly.
Kennedy ran the fingers of both hands through
her hair, undoing that sexy do…into an even sexier one. Damn, why
did he have to notice that? He tugged his shirt over his head.
“This can’t be happening,” she muttered
distractedly.
“Come on. Kennedy, it’s not that big a deal.
If it makes you feel any better, my parents probably have sex,
too.”
She glared at him, hands on hips. “Don’t you
dare try to mollify me. First, I had to beg you to help me—” With
one surprised palm, she halted his attempt at protest. “I get home
and find my parents have turned into hippies.” She huffed an
indignant sound. “Then I discover that I was conceived out of
wedlock. And that doesn’t even include all the reunion crap. I’ve
had just about all I can stand for one day!”
He unbuttoned his fly and lowered his zipper.
“Don’t blow a gasket, Kennedy. It’s been a long day, but tomorrow
things will be better.”
As if suddenly realizing that he was removing
his clothes, Kennedy stared at him. “What the hell are you
doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
Without another word, Kennedy pivoted and
stormed out the door.
Drake shook his head. He tossed his shirt on
a handy chair and stripped he covers back from the bed. Scratching
his chest, he wandered back into the hall and down to the bathroom.
Kennedy was definitely overreacting. Of course, he was overreacting
as well—only in a different way.
After taking care of necessary business,
including brushing his teeth, he padded back to her room. Surely
things would be better tomorrow. He still hadn’t had a decent
night’s sleep.
What sounded like ripping cloth hit his ears
before he stepped through the bedroom door. He frowned at the sight
of Kennedy crouched in the middle of the bed, dress hiked up around
her shapely thighs.
“What are you doing?”
She backed awkwardly to the foot of the bed,
then hopped down. She flung what looked like a roll of silver duct
tape across the room and slapped her hands together as if dusting
them off. “Now,” she said triumphantly.
“Now what?”
She turned and with a flourish gestured to
the bed. “That’s your side and that’s mine.”
Drake stared in disbelief at the bed she had
divided straight down the middle with a line of duct tape. She
couldn’t be serious.
Kennedy walked to the right side of the
bed—her side. She kicked off her shoes and shot him a look. “And if
you know what’s good for you, you’d better not let any part of your
body cross that line.”
Chapter Four
It was difficult to breathe. She couldn’t
move.
Kennedy struggled to awaken, to fight the
weight crushing her. Slowly, awareness crept through the darkness,
bringing with it a sense of time and place.
Hot. She felt hot and languid as she
floated just the other side of consciousness. Not quite awake, but
not fully asleep. A smile tugged at her lips as she inhaled the
intriguing scent that cloaked her. Leather and musk…warm and male.
Her heart rate increased, edging her closer to consciousness. The
indistinct, seemingly formless weight suddenly began to take
shape.
A hard, heavy thigh rested between hers. A
strong, thick arm draped her chest, long fingers splayed across her
bare shoulder. Her head seemed trapped between two unyielding
objects. Kennedy’s eyes opened and her heart lurched to a near
stop. Her face was pressed into the curve of Drake’s neck, trapped
between his chin and shoulder. He was practically on top of her,
crushing her with his muscular frame. His—
Her eyes rounded when she realized exactly
what was pressing into her hip. She opened her mouth to scream, but
quickly snapped it shut. If she screamed her parents would come
running…She couldn’t do that.
She licked her painfully dry lips. Okay,
be calm, she told herself. All she had to do was wake him—no!
No way would she let him catch her like this. She frowned as
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