No Time to Explain by Kate Angell

Author:Kate Angell [Angell, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Eight

Turbo’s ass was grass? Joe arrived just in time to overhear Stevie’s irritation. He stood at the back door, looking out. Watching her wiggle her butt as she inched into the crawl tunnel. He barked his laughter. Unable to resist, he pulled his iPhone from his pants pocket and took her picture. A sweet-cheek memory.

He stepped outside, walked across the yard to her continued mumbling. He could see the stub of Turbo’s tail wagging through the spy holes. His boy was playing with her, but Stevie didn’t find it amusing.

Joe snuck up behind her, braced his legs, and leaned down. Doggy-style came to mind, inappropriate but fitting, as he grabbed her by the hips, and hauled her out. With her back against him, her ass fit his groin. Nicely. His dick jacked.

A small scream died in her throat when she realized it was him. “You scared me,” she accused.

“You could’ve gotten stuck.”

“Hardly,” she huffed. She swatted his arm. “Stop pressing me.”

The pressing felt good. He liked holding her. He surprised them both by kissing her neck, right below her ear, where his hickey had faded. The contact was arousing. She stiffened slightly, but didn’t shove him away. He breathed her in.

“You sniffed my hair.”

“I like your perfume.” Faint citrus.

“Don’t smell it all up.”

He nuzzled her ear, flicked his tongue to her lobe. Then nipped, gave a gentle pull with his teeth. A sexual tease. He absorbed her shiver. He kissed her again, and her elbow caught his thigh. Dangerously high. Too near his boys.

He muttered, “You have bony elbows.”

He eased back, uncomfortably hard, and shook out his leg. Making an adjustment. Stevie faced him now. She dipped her head to hide her awkwardness. Long hair would’ve concealed her blush. Short hair opened her face to his view. He tipped up her chin with his thumb. Her eyelids fluttered, not flirty, but nervous. She worried her bottom lip. Peaked nipples were visible beneath her polo. Her legs squeezed together. He’d bet she was wet.

He had provoked. She’d panicked. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “Desire shows itself.” He was still half-cocked.

“I don’t want you.”

“I say you do.”

“Believe what you will.”

“I’m a believer.”

She blew by him, all heightened color and heaving breasts.

“Turbo,” he called to his dog. The Rottweiler shot out of the tunnel as if he’d been fired from a cannon. He barreled toward Joe, body-slammed him. Joe barely kept his balance. He knuckled Turbo’s ears. “I’m glad to see you, too.” The rottie accepted his greeting, then hauled ass after Stevie.

“It’s feeding time,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m off your clock. Take care of your dog.”

Joe tracked them to the kitchen and found Stevie reading a note from Twyla posted beneath a Saint Bernard magnet on the front of the refrigerator. He scanned it, too. Braided rug is fully repaired. Entertaining George at the guesthouse.

He grinned. “‘Entertaining,’ huh?”

“Cards,” she explained, clearing his mind of sex. “My aunt plays gin.”

“What do you play?” he asked. Opening a cupboard door to the left of the sink, he removed a dog dish and a bag of kibble.

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