The Man from Gossamer Ridge by Graves Paula

Author:Graves, Paula [Graves, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: suspense
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Published: 2011-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

ALICIA’S MOUTH WAS SOFT. Fiery hot and sweet as sin. He had joked before about Mary Beth Traylor’s talented hands, but the majorette had nothing on Alicia, whose nimble fingers were doing all sorts of crazy good things to the muscles of his back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he dragged her closer, until her firm breasts pressed hard against his chest and her hips cradled the growing hardness beneath the zipper of his jeans.

She dragged her mouth away from his, her breath escaping in short, sharp gasps. “Cissy’s coming back, you know.”

He nipped at the curve of her earlobe with his teeth. “I know. But she doesn’t have a key.”

“So we just keep making out while your niece bangs on the door?” She clutched his shoulders suddenly, sagging a little as his lips left her ear behind and moved down the side of her neck. He tightened his grip on her, keeping her upright.

For the moment, anyway.

She pushed against his shoulders. “Gabe, we can’t do this. You know we can’t.”

He knew no such thing, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to push himself on a woman who was saying no, even when her lush, hot body was screaming yes against his. Gathering his self-control, he let her go and she stumbled back, catching herself against the wall by the window.

She was still breathing hard, her hair tousled by his hands and her cheeks and neck bright pink from his kisses. Her coal-dark eyes met his, liquid and full of need. It took every bit of strength Gabe had not to close the distance between them and pick up where he left off.

“We need to set some ground rules—” she began. But a knock on the door interrupted.

With a low groan of frustration, Gabe crossed to the door and checked the security lens. It was Cissy, holding two large white bags.

“Cissy,” he muttered, glancing at Alicia. She straightened her clothes and pushed her hair back from her face, shooting a desperate look his direction.

“Go sit on the sofa,” he murmured. She did as he suggested. He waited until she’d settled down and composed herself—and his own body was back in check—before he released the lock and let his niece inside.

“We didn’t discuss dessert,” Cissy said, carrying the bags to the kitchen counter, “but they had a fresh Mississippi mud cake, and I couldn’t resist getting a couple of pieces.”

Alicia crossed to the sink and washed her hands, taking the opportunity to pat her pink cheeks with cool water. “You’re an enabler for my chocolate addiction, Cissy. Maybe you should sit in on the class I teach about codependency.”

Gabe felt his body cooling enough that he could safely cross to the counter, close enough to touch Alicia, and remain under control. But it took a little effort to keep his mind off the way her ripe, curvy body had felt against his, soft and hard in all the right places.

Cissy had been right; the food from Brandywine Deli was as delicious as advertised.

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