Soul to Soul by Carol Caiton

Author:Carol Caiton [Caiton, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-09T22:00:00+00:00

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He didn't live far from Seven Over, maybe fifteen minutes away. A little to the east, about a twenty minute drive, was her parents' house. And that's where he should be heading.

But he wasn't. Nor did he plan to. And didn't that just prove he was every bit as screwed up as she was right now?

But he wanted her. Oh yes, he wanted her.

Jill. The twin who made him grit his teeth with the frivolous choices she made. She was brilliant. She had a frigging doctorate, for Christ's sake. At the age of twenty-three. But what did she do for a living? She worked at one of those new age health spas where they treated stressed out yuppies with elevator music and rocks. Was it any wonder she made him want to chew a handful of nails?

He slanted a sideways glance at her. She wore a skimpy little black skirt and a sparkly red top. The neckline was low enough to show the upper swell of her breasts and the bottom of it bared her stomach when she lifted her arms. He knew because he'd had his palms on silky bare skin when she stretched her hands up around his neck. Just remembering how soft her skin was, how small her waist was, made him uncomfortable.

She and Rachel had grown from strikingly pretty little girls into two strikingly beautiful women who couldn't look bad if they tried. But when he'd gone to pick her up and had seen what she was wearing, he was glad Rachel had phoned him. Out alone on a crazy night like New Year's Eve and dressed like that . . . . Hell, had he been a shorter man, it wouldn't have been any trouble at all to slide his hands up under her skirt while they danced. And heaven help him, he'd thought about it. She was one sexy little package.

He shook his head.

She'd turned out to be an unexpected surprise with unfamiliar facets he was trying to take in all at once. Like a replay that wouldn't stop, the shock of wanting her kept turning over in his mind. The urgency of it had him gripping the steering wheel with a lot of unnecessary pressure until, every few minutes, he had to tell himself to ease up. But every time he caught a whiff of that flowery fragrance she wore, he throbbed. He'd swear it seemed to ooze from her pores. And waiting to catch another whiff made it difficult to focus on driving.

He almost laughed out loud. He'd been fighting that fragrance for a couple of years now. Ever since she started wearing it. The first few times he'd smelled it, he'd found himself crowding her, trying to flood his senses with it. It had taken a couple of times before he realized what he was doing, which wasn't until he wanted to bury his face in her neck and find out if she tasted as incredible as she smelled. —Jill.

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