She's No Angel by Kira Sinclair

Author:Kira Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-06-04T21:00:00+00:00

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BRETT WASN’T USED to walking away from sex feeling slightly disappointed, even a day later. Oh, Lexi had been amazing, but the way she’d skulked away like he was some secret vice she was ashamed of...yeah, he wasn’t used to that.

He didn’t understand why she cared what anyone else thought.

But today he was determined to find out. Maybe now that they’d gotten some of the heat out of the way he could concentrate when he was around her.

Although, if the explicit dream he’d had last night was any indication, maybe not.

He still wanted her. Desperately. But it was more than sex. He wanted to know her. Not just the sound she made when he touched her, but what her childhood had been like and why she felt the need to deny the passionate side she kept buried deep inside.

And he didn’t want to learn those things from a dossier.

So, bright and early, Brett found himself standing outside Sugar & Spice. The front door was locked, and the sign said she was closed on Sundays, but her SUV sat in the lot so he knew she was there.

Walking around the building, he found the alley behind and the back door to her place. Unlocked.

Brett shook his head. Turning the knob, he stuck his head inside and hollered softly for her. “Lexi.”

But there was no answer.

He walked inside. The scent of something heavenly wafted to him from the ovens. Where was she? She wouldn’t leave the ovens unattended. Not intentionally. Brett’s heart fluttered uncomfortably in his chest and a sense of dread suffused him. Something wasn’t right.

Suddenly a sound caught his attention. He noticed a door nestled between two stainless-steel shelves full of ingredients. Crossing, he tugged it open and nearly swallowed his tongue.

It was a small office. A desk was bumped up against the far wall. An open door showed him a full bath with a tiny glassed-in shower. But what took up most of the space was an industrial-strength treadmill. A yoga mat rolled into a long tube and a medicine ball sat against the far wall.

Brett leaned against the open door, enjoying the view. Lexi hadn’t noticed him, probably because the machine was whirring. The treadmill was angled at an incline that mimicked running up the side of a mountain. It faced away from the door, in front of a small TV mounted on the wall. The sound was muted, but one of those do-it-yourself home shows flashed across the screen.

Oh, he’d bet she was good with her hands.

Her feet hit the mechanized track with steady, even strides. Her skin glowed pink where it was bare beneath the tight exercise shorts and T-backed running tank. A damp line arrowed straight from her nape, down her spine to disappear at the rounded curve of her ass.

He wanted to touch her there. God, he’d never found sweat sexy before, but on Lexi...

Her body was beautiful, the strong muscles bunching and releasing. He could stand there all day and watch her, but eventually she would stop and he’d get caught.

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