Hard Irish by Jennifer Saints

Author:Jennifer Saints [Saints, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Romance, Contemporary, erotic, Mystery, Suspense, jennifer st. giles, irish, spicy, bad boy, weldon, southern, construction, passion, jennifer saints, undercover
Published: 2012-09-16T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Rocky shivered. “I’m a biscuit. Definitely a biscuit.”

Jared stopped in his tracks at the top of the stairs, looking sucker punched. “Hell. Do you have any honey?”

Heat flushed through her benumbed state and she decided she’d buy a case of honey ASAP. It amazed her how things between them could get explosive in seconds. But as interesting as biscuit eating sounded, she was desperate for more of that massage he’d promised. “No. And unless I get that massage you prescribed, I’m going to become a prickly pear.”

“Damn, you have a way of making me forget everything.” They entered her bedroom. He was the first guy to cross the threshold into her private domain since her marriage ended and it felt as natural as breathing. “Direct me to the lotion while you strip. If you can swim naked you can massage naked, too.”

“Bathroom. Under the sink.” He disappeared and she shed her clothes, smiling. He did have a point. Still, as she pulled back her comforter and slid between the sheets onto her stomach, she felt a little bit risqué. Their relationship was new and waiting naked for a man wasn’t part of her usual routine. After a minute though, her eyelids grew heavy. The emotional roller coaster she was on had exhausted her.

She felt the bed shift and opened her eyes. He was wearing only a towel and the bandage on his left leg, no clothes and no boot. His chest and abs were a sight for hungry eyes. She arched her brow. “This doesn’t look like a massage-then-sleep proposition.”

He grinned, sensual mischief dancing in his bedroom blues. “It is. I just decided to be prepared for anything should you not be sleepy when I am done. Either way, I will make the world and your headache go away. That you can count on.” He held up her lotion. “Blame the towel on this citrus and coconut scent. From my very first whiff, you won’t believe the things it had me imagine doing to you.” He squeezed lotion into his hand and inhaled as heaven opened its gates. His salvation rested on that breath.

He smoothed the lotion across her upper back, edging the sheet down as he massaged. He was intoxicating and she couldn’t resist drinking more. “So what sort of things did you imagine?”

“First of all, you are naked.” He ran his hands across her shoulders and along her neck, easing the knots of tension that had been there for months, if not longer.

“Good,” she whispered.

“I am naked, too,” he said as he slid his palms down her back, kneading the muscles gently on both sides of her spine. Reaching the curve of her bottom, he swept lower, leaving her bottom tingling as he moved back higher, gliding his fingers along her sides and across the edges of her breasts. The tingling became a burning pleasure.

“You naked is even better,” she said.

He repeated his motions over and over in long, slow strokes—down her back, across her bottom, and up her sides.

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