Keep On Loving you by Christie Ridgway

Author:Christie Ridgway
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2015-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

ZAN CAME AWAKE SLOWLY, his body heavy, his mind muzzy. Sleep had often been sought and caught in fits and starts as he traveled the world, but now he knew he was swimming out of a deep, long sleep. Well-being was as present as the blankets covering his naked body.

Turning his head, he dragged a second pillow close and buried his face there.

It smelled like Mac. Rose petals and winter and her glowing skin.

Memory returned, and his eyes opened, taking in the master bedroom at his grandfather’s house. The empty place in the big bed. The light coming through the windows that said it was midmorning.

Shit.

She’d left him without a goodbye. Buried in layers of somnolence, he’d lost his opportunity to say something about their night together.

Thank you. You’re blow-my-mind sexy. More, please.

He’d held her for a night, but he suspected, like a snowflake caught in his warm bare hand, she’d already slipped through his fingers.

Shit!

Then he heard noise come from the floor above. He lifted his gaze to the ceiling. Either raccoons had invaded, or a person was moving around up there.

Jackknifing up, he glanced around the rooms. There were his slacks, carefully slung over a chair. His boxer briefs folded onto the seat.

Mac.

But there was no sign of her dress, the only thing she’d been wearing when they’d reached his room.

Strip hide-and-seek, he thought, smiling to himself as he left the bed and pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt. Only that girl.

She was wrapping knickknacks in newspaper in one of the small third-floor rooms that held a table piled with a variety of items he’d gathered from other spaces. Leaning on the jamb, he let his lazy gaze drink her in. She wore a pair of derelict jeans, sneakers and a faded navy sweatshirt with a sagging sleeve due to the rip where it attached at the shoulder.

The slice of skin revealed there made his dick twitch.

He’d tasted the bare flesh there...and everywhere. Roses and winter. Clean and pure and velvety and hot.

Mac. His Mac.

More, please.

But he didn’t dare say it out loud, because the new Mac was also skittish and prickly and suspicious. Trust issues.

Though she hadn’t seemed to hold anything back the night before.

“Your eyeballs are going to dry out if you don’t blink,” she said, her voice teasing, her gaze on the porcelain bird she was enclosing in paper. Then she looked up, smiled.

He grinned at her warm, open expression. Maybe the old Mac was back. “Sorry, just glad to find you here. I woke up and thought I’d missed you.”

“We have a deal, don’t we? You’re paying me to help you pack.”

“Where’d you get the clothes?” he asked, strolling into the room, needing to get closer.

“I had one of my employees drop off a few things I keep at the office. It’s a nosy part of the world we live in. Nobody needs to know I didn’t go home last night.”

He was near enough to smell her now, and one breath brought it all back to him.

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