You’ll Understand When You’re Dead: Broken Heart Vampires Book 12 by Michele Bardsley Page B
Authors: Michele Bardsley
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and everything.” His tone was teasing and nervous. “But I thought you might want—”
“Hayden.” Dr. Elliot Wickham clasped his son’s shoulder. “We’re going to sticker the electrical items.”
Hayden smiled at Kimmie and shrugged apologetically. As he turned to follow his dad, she snagged his T-shirt. “What were you going to ask me?”
“I’ll ask you later.”
Kimmie’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Hayden walk up the driveway with his father. Her pulse continued to race. Hayden had been about to ask her to the show and had chickened out. Darn it. Why were boys such wimps?
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M ATT CARRIED ANOTHER box from Natalie’s garage and shoved it into the back of the minivan. The night was typical of August in Oklahoma: hot and muggy. Even at night, it made no difference in temperature, but the heat enhanced the scent of fresh cut grass and honeysuckle that perfumed the air. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and watched Natalie tirelessly lug an armful of clothing to the car. She flashed him a grin before returning to the garage.
He and Natalie seemed to be the only people outside. By the looks of it, everyone else had wisely decided to stay indoors. An odd quiet stole through the small neighborhood, making Matt feel as if he and Natalie were only human beings left on Earth.
Matt looked at Natalie, who flitted around the garage like a butterfly in a field. He watched her bend over a stack of magazines and saw the white dress rise... rise...he swallowed as the material dangled over her derriere, swinging provocatively as she dug around in the pile of stuff. She turned, holding a gold candlestick holder as triumphantly as an Olympic athlete holding the Torch.
He had an insane urge to flip up that damn dress and— “Do you want to take a break?” he called out.
Natalie put the candlestick in a carton and walked toward him. “There’s still stuff to do,” she said, handing him the box.
He put it in the van for her, but before she could get away, he grasped her by the elbows and drew her close. “C’mon. Even vampires should take a break from hard labor.”
“I’m a vampire and a mom, which means I really don’t get any breaks.” All the same, she leaned into his embrace, apparently content to be in his arms.
Just one taste. He’d take just one tiny taste of Natalie Haltom. Before he could stop himself—as if he wanted to—he pressed his mouth at the hollow of her throat, and kissed the pale, cool flesh. She inhaled sharply and grasped his shoulders. Matt nipped kisses up her neck to her jaw, flicking his tongue on her skin.
“Matt, please.”
“Please what?” he whispered. He pulled her closer, looking at her wide amber eyes. He lowered his head and traced her trembling lips. When his tongue demanded entrance, she yielded, and met him with her own tentative touches. Desire twisted inside him, a spiraling need that claimed him until all he could feel, all he could breathe , was Natalie.
She broke the kiss and sagged against the back of the minivan. He put his arms on either side of her head and leaned down, feathering kisses along her cheek to the corner of her mouth.
“I want you, Natalie,” he said in a jagged voice. He took her lips in a fierce possession, showing her with his mouth what he wanted to do with her body.
Her hungry little moan destroyed his already flagging willpower. Somehow his shirt had become unbuttoned and Natalie’s cool, eager hands stroked his chest. The sensible voice in his head cited all the reasons he couldn’t make love with Natalie Haltom, but she chose that moment to explore the waistband of his shorts, and he forgot everything but the woman in his arms.
“Hey, folks,” a man’s jolly voice chortled.
Matt and Natalie jumped apart as if electrocuted. Matt started to turn, to protect Natalie’s disheveled appearance from the rude bastard who’d spoken but realized his own hard evidence would be more difficult to hide.
Natalie peeped
“Hayden.” Dr. Elliot Wickham clasped his son’s shoulder. “We’re going to sticker the electrical items.”
Hayden smiled at Kimmie and shrugged apologetically. As he turned to follow his dad, she snagged his T-shirt. “What were you going to ask me?”
“I’ll ask you later.”
Kimmie’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Hayden walk up the driveway with his father. Her pulse continued to race. Hayden had been about to ask her to the show and had chickened out. Darn it. Why were boys such wimps?
----
M ATT CARRIED ANOTHER box from Natalie’s garage and shoved it into the back of the minivan. The night was typical of August in Oklahoma: hot and muggy. Even at night, it made no difference in temperature, but the heat enhanced the scent of fresh cut grass and honeysuckle that perfumed the air. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and watched Natalie tirelessly lug an armful of clothing to the car. She flashed him a grin before returning to the garage.
He and Natalie seemed to be the only people outside. By the looks of it, everyone else had wisely decided to stay indoors. An odd quiet stole through the small neighborhood, making Matt feel as if he and Natalie were only human beings left on Earth.
Matt looked at Natalie, who flitted around the garage like a butterfly in a field. He watched her bend over a stack of magazines and saw the white dress rise... rise...he swallowed as the material dangled over her derriere, swinging provocatively as she dug around in the pile of stuff. She turned, holding a gold candlestick holder as triumphantly as an Olympic athlete holding the Torch.
He had an insane urge to flip up that damn dress and— “Do you want to take a break?” he called out.
Natalie put the candlestick in a carton and walked toward him. “There’s still stuff to do,” she said, handing him the box.
He put it in the van for her, but before she could get away, he grasped her by the elbows and drew her close. “C’mon. Even vampires should take a break from hard labor.”
“I’m a vampire and a mom, which means I really don’t get any breaks.” All the same, she leaned into his embrace, apparently content to be in his arms.
Just one taste. He’d take just one tiny taste of Natalie Haltom. Before he could stop himself—as if he wanted to—he pressed his mouth at the hollow of her throat, and kissed the pale, cool flesh. She inhaled sharply and grasped his shoulders. Matt nipped kisses up her neck to her jaw, flicking his tongue on her skin.
“Matt, please.”
“Please what?” he whispered. He pulled her closer, looking at her wide amber eyes. He lowered his head and traced her trembling lips. When his tongue demanded entrance, she yielded, and met him with her own tentative touches. Desire twisted inside him, a spiraling need that claimed him until all he could feel, all he could breathe , was Natalie.
She broke the kiss and sagged against the back of the minivan. He put his arms on either side of her head and leaned down, feathering kisses along her cheek to the corner of her mouth.
“I want you, Natalie,” he said in a jagged voice. He took her lips in a fierce possession, showing her with his mouth what he wanted to do with her body.
Her hungry little moan destroyed his already flagging willpower. Somehow his shirt had become unbuttoned and Natalie’s cool, eager hands stroked his chest. The sensible voice in his head cited all the reasons he couldn’t make love with Natalie Haltom, but she chose that moment to explore the waistband of his shorts, and he forgot everything but the woman in his arms.
“Hey, folks,” a man’s jolly voice chortled.
Matt and Natalie jumped apart as if electrocuted. Matt started to turn, to protect Natalie’s disheveled appearance from the rude bastard who’d spoken but realized his own hard evidence would be more difficult to hide.
Natalie peeped
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