The House at the Bottom of the Hill by Jennie Jones

Author:Jennie Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises Pty Ltd Australia

Twelve

Charlotte’s lips had been pummelled by his kisses. He might not want to do cuddly things after sex, but boy, the man knew what to do to a woman’s mouth in the midst of the action. And all other womanly parts too. His soft touches said enough. She ought not to expect romance—not at this stage, if any stage, although she had a hankering for such frivolous additions. Probably due to surprise at what they’d done.

They hadn’t made it to the bed the second time either, but there was something romantically risqué about doing it on pieces of his home gym equipment and he’d shown himself to be super fit with his repetitions and sets. He’d been caring, making sure she had her turn before he took his. And after, helping her dress. Handing her her underwear with a little bow, and fastening the buttons on her blouse.

As she walked out of his bedroom and into the bar, her responses to his masterful display of strength and energy sent the percussive rhythm of a rumba to her hips.

She turned to him as she got to the locked and shuttered swing doors. ‘Do you think anyone saw me come in?’ She shrugged and rolled her eyes. What a stupid question. Of course they had.

‘Want to go out the back way?’ he asked.

She chewed on her bottom lip. ‘Ouch.’

He ran his thumb over her lips. ‘Sorry. Are your lips sore?’

So much kissing. She shook her head. ‘It’s okay, they haven’t been used for much more than—’

He compressed his lips, amusement shining in his eyes.

‘Talking,’ she said. ‘Talking.’

He nodded. ‘I knew you meant that.’ He took hold of her hand. ‘Go out the back way. Chances are anyone who saw you come in has forgotten about looking for you going out.’

He led her back through the bar, bypassing his bedroom and into a short corridor filled with silver kegs, bar paraphernalia and plastic glass-trays. He unlocked the back door, opened it and popped his head out. ‘All clear. Saunter around the corner of the alley at the B&B end and call for Lucy—make it sound as though you’ve been out looking for her.’

Charlotte nodded, stepped to the door, and turned. ‘Best if we don’t mention this to anyone.’

‘I won’t be saying anything.’

‘Your reputation will swing upwards, mine will grind to a halt.’

He smiled. ‘Not by my count.’

She stared at him, a sudden, horrible thought of him telling tales across the bar coming vividly into her mind. Her concern must have shown on her face.

‘I don’t kiss and tell, Charlotte.’

Of course he didn’t. She relaxed. ‘Well, bye then.’ Was this the point where she leaned up and kissed him? Or thanked him, or something?

He took hold of her arm. ‘Was that a once-only episode or can we make a sequel?’

Oh, she’d prayed to the goddess who’d planted those abs on him that he’d make a suggestion about another round but hadn’t wanted to appear pushy. She’d been more forward with him over the last hour than she’d been with any man in her life.

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