Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Catherine (Book 7) by Webb Peggy

Author:Webb, Peggy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: best friends, circus, series romance, southern books, peggy webb romance, smalltown romance, peggy webb romantic comedy
Publisher: Peggy Webb

Chapter Eight

Tyler was pleased with his progress. For one heady moment Catherine had given in to passion. He had seen it in her face, felt it in her response as he caressed her lips.

Now she sat across the table from him, warm and relaxed and receptive. He had hopes that before the week was out he would have her in his arms.

She leaned across the table, so close he could see a tiny fleck of butter on her bottom lip. He couldn’t resist. Slowly he reached for her, bracketing her face with his hands.

“You are so lovely,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes. An invitation if he ever saw one. He took it.

One swift move brought her lips to his. He licked the butter first.

She drew a ragged breath, but she didn’t pull away. Tyler was encouraged. To touch her and not have her pull away, to kiss spontaneously without asking first—that was progress.

He settled his mouth over hers and kissed her with all the tenderness in his soul. He handled her as if she were the finest cut crystal, fragile, rare and very precious.

He wove his fingers into her hair and gently urged her closer. She leaned into the kiss, half rising from her chair in order to get closer.

Soon tender kisses were not enough, and he delved his tongue into her mouth. A deep tremor ran through her as she changed from receiver to giver. Tyler felt the change, sensed the rebirth of passion in her, tentative at first and then stronger. When her tongue sought his in a sensual duel, he almost leaped out of his chair. He wanted to rake dishes aside, and make love to her on top of the table.

If she had been any other woman, he would have. He believed lovemaking should be totally spontaneous.

But he had no intention of jeopardizing his hard-won ground with hasty actions. The kiss would have to do. He probably wouldn’t get a drop of sleep, but what did that matter? He could play guardian to his angel while she slept.

Catherine braced one hand on his shoulder, then ever so slowly slid it upward toward the back of his head. Her fingers left a trail of fire. Tyler had never known a woman’s touch could be so exciting.

But until now there had been no Catherine.

Slowly she pulled back from him. Her eyes were very wide and blue.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I’m not. I’m delighted... and honored.”

She sat back in her chair and pressed her hands over her lips, studying him for a long time before she spoke.

“I didn’t mean to do that, Tyler.”

“You’re a passionate woman, Catherine.”

“I used to be.”

“You still are.”

“I don’t want to give you any false impressions, and I certainly don’t mean to lead you on.” She leaned forward. “I’m not a tease, Tyler.”

“I know that.”

To his surprise, Catherine laughed.

“You amuse me, Tyler.”

“You arouse me... and I arouse you.”

“No. I kissed you because I was lonesome and vulnerable. That’s all.”

“Are you still lonesome?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s try it again.”

“I’m not going to play your games anymore.

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