Carolina Dreaming by Kantra Virginia

Author:Kantra, Virginia [Kantra, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Women, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary, United States, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2016-02-01T13:00:00+00:00

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GABE LAY STUNNED, mind blown, heart pounding, absorbing the shock.

Like the moment after a bomb went off, when you waited for your senses to function and your breath to return so you could see how the world had realigned around you and check for body parts.

Except his world felt oddly right.

And his body parts hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

He raised himself to look at Jane, soft and round and mostly naked under him, apron dragged down around her breasts and up around her thighs, all of her smeared in chocolate. Beautiful. Edible. His. His body stirred, wanting her all over again.

He had to get out. Before the condom leaked.

He’d had no intention when he came over here today of fucking her. Not fucking, he thought, trying to find a word that wasn’t bland or insulting. Screwing? Making love. Anyway, he had no intention of doing it. Doing her. But when he walked into the kitchen and saw her standing there, blushing and brave with her carefully prepared cake and silly apron, her strong bare shoulders, her cute naked feet . . . Hell, he was only human. And male. There was no way he could resist her.

Not that he’d tried very hard.

No going back now. So he would improvise. Adapt.

She hitched one shoulder, wriggling against the table, her neck at an awkward angle. That couldn’t be comfortable, he thought, trying to feel guilty and feeling grateful instead.

He caught a strand of her hair between his fingers, pulling it away from her lips. “You okay?” His voice was husky.

Her cheeks were pink, all of her pink and sticky and delicious. “Fine. You?”

“I’m good.” Great. Never better.

“Your, um . . .” She tried to sit up. Winced. “Your elbow’s on my hair.”

“Sorry.” He moved his arm, helped her sit up and slide off the table.

She wobbled and he had to catch her, which was nice, her body pressed against his.

He ought to say something. Something smooth and sincere that would convince her that sex with him wasn’t a terrible mistake. Something besides Thank you, God, or How soon can we do this again?

But looking at Jane drove all the words from Gabe’s head. She was so . . . pretty.

She tugged at her apron, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Thanks for dessert,” he said abruptly.

Her blush flared. “You’re welcome.”

God, he was such an asshole.

He had to do better. She deserved more. Some praise or reassurance, maybe.

“Your cake was really pretty.” He fastened his pants and took her hand, her small, warm, capable hand, in his. “Sorry I messed it up.”

“That’s okay.” Her head was still bent, watching his thumb stroke over her knuckles. “I liked it.”

With his free hand, he picked chocolate icing from her hair. “I kind of messed you up, too.”

Her mouth curved in that small, secret Jane-smile before she met his eyes. “I liked it,” she repeated.

His chest expanded. He grinned at her like a fool, holding her hand. “Guess you want to go clean up.

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