enough to get her riled up again. She never seemed to be in the driver’s seat in his presence. He controlled her emotions effortlessly. His magic was a force to be reckoned with. Kick boxing, karate, or some other form of martial arts, she intended to discover a way to combat his potent powers. Need be, she’d simply run away and hide. Hey, drastic times called for drastic measures. No way did she take matters of the heart lightly, especially, when her heart was involved. But whatever means she developed to fight his magic would have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight, heaven’s gate stood wide open. And she aimed to walk on streets of gold till closing time. Earth could wait.
Tanner leaned on his elbows. They locked gazes. Her eyes sparkled. He placed a light kiss on her forehead. “You bring out the animal in me.”
She playfully clawed his back. “Ditto.”
He wiggled beneath her touch. Breathing heavily, he wiped his brow. “I think we both could drink some cold water.”
Grace agreed. She fanned her face with her hand. “My throat is rather parched.”
Reluctantly, he released his jewel. He stood and adjusted his clothes. Before disappearing behind the sliding glass doors, he regarded her affectionately. For all he knew, this would be the last time he held his priceless gem in his arms. She agreed to share one night with him. No matter the distance, Tanner was certain gravity would continue to pull his thoughts in her direction.
Part of him wished she hadn’t let him kiss her. How was he supposed to forget the softness of her lips? Was he expected to pretend she hadn’t responded to his nibbles and licks with zeal? Did she reckon he’d sleep peacefully without her beside him, beneath him, between his legs?
Clutching the refrigerator’s handle, he yanked it open. Seizing two cold bottles of cold water, he strode out the kitchen. If his legs had been long enough, he’d kicked his own butt. He just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Only a special fool didn’t heed his own warning. What made him think he had the strength to resist the sweetest temptation he’d ever known? He seriously needed his head examined. He knew better than to play with fire. Now he burned for the love of a petite spitfire, who granted him an evening of her company. Tomorrow, she’d be long gone. Distance wouldn’t erase the memory of her velvety skin, sweet scent, or melodic voice. Space would not only intensify his misery, but also increase his determination to see her again.
Tanner pivoted and crossed the room hastily, returning to the kitchen. From the refrigerator, he removed a cold beer. He downed it quickly before heading towards the pool. Later, he would knock back a shot of whiskey to take the edge off. Instead of Grace’s body heat, a fire in his belly would be the only thing keeping him warm in his bed that night.
Frustrated, he ran his left hand across his chin. A light thatch of golden stubble grazed his palm. Like most men, he was perplexed by the fairer sex. Women boggled his mind more than physics. One minute, they demanded fifty feet. The next minute, you couldn’t pry them off of you with a crow bar.
He had no objection to Grace clinging to his body like a second skin. Nor did he have any reservations about telling her that she was in his system, and he couldn’t get her out even if he tried.
Yes, he wanted her more than the air he breathed.
Although her mouth never uttered the words, he knew she wanted him, too. Her eyes, her lips, and her hips spoke volumes. She had kissed him with such abandon. Fear, need, and loneliness had seeped through her pores, until he could taste it. Her eyes had been haunted with mixed emotions. Visibly, she struggled to control her physical attraction to him. Grace Michaels was definitely a beautiful mess. She awed him. She stimulated him and made him want to show her his many hidden talents. None of which included magic.
When she fell in love with him, he didn’t want
Tanner leaned on his elbows. They locked gazes. Her eyes sparkled. He placed a light kiss on her forehead. “You bring out the animal in me.”
She playfully clawed his back. “Ditto.”
He wiggled beneath her touch. Breathing heavily, he wiped his brow. “I think we both could drink some cold water.”
Grace agreed. She fanned her face with her hand. “My throat is rather parched.”
Reluctantly, he released his jewel. He stood and adjusted his clothes. Before disappearing behind the sliding glass doors, he regarded her affectionately. For all he knew, this would be the last time he held his priceless gem in his arms. She agreed to share one night with him. No matter the distance, Tanner was certain gravity would continue to pull his thoughts in her direction.
Part of him wished she hadn’t let him kiss her. How was he supposed to forget the softness of her lips? Was he expected to pretend she hadn’t responded to his nibbles and licks with zeal? Did she reckon he’d sleep peacefully without her beside him, beneath him, between his legs?
Clutching the refrigerator’s handle, he yanked it open. Seizing two cold bottles of cold water, he strode out the kitchen. If his legs had been long enough, he’d kicked his own butt. He just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Only a special fool didn’t heed his own warning. What made him think he had the strength to resist the sweetest temptation he’d ever known? He seriously needed his head examined. He knew better than to play with fire. Now he burned for the love of a petite spitfire, who granted him an evening of her company. Tomorrow, she’d be long gone. Distance wouldn’t erase the memory of her velvety skin, sweet scent, or melodic voice. Space would not only intensify his misery, but also increase his determination to see her again.
Tanner pivoted and crossed the room hastily, returning to the kitchen. From the refrigerator, he removed a cold beer. He downed it quickly before heading towards the pool. Later, he would knock back a shot of whiskey to take the edge off. Instead of Grace’s body heat, a fire in his belly would be the only thing keeping him warm in his bed that night.
Frustrated, he ran his left hand across his chin. A light thatch of golden stubble grazed his palm. Like most men, he was perplexed by the fairer sex. Women boggled his mind more than physics. One minute, they demanded fifty feet. The next minute, you couldn’t pry them off of you with a crow bar.
He had no objection to Grace clinging to his body like a second skin. Nor did he have any reservations about telling her that she was in his system, and he couldn’t get her out even if he tried.
Yes, he wanted her more than the air he breathed.
Although her mouth never uttered the words, he knew she wanted him, too. Her eyes, her lips, and her hips spoke volumes. She had kissed him with such abandon. Fear, need, and loneliness had seeped through her pores, until he could taste it. Her eyes had been haunted with mixed emotions. Visibly, she struggled to control her physical attraction to him. Grace Michaels was definitely a beautiful mess. She awed him. She stimulated him and made him want to show her his many hidden talents. None of which included magic.
When she fell in love with him, he didn’t want
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