This Year'S Christmas Present by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781428505605
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
Published: 2008-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

“Why would I want to do that? Living inside your dream could be real scary.” Amazing. She was shivering in the cold, but the place where his arm rested was toasty warm. “Besides, I thought you said they were desires.”

“For the experience. If you don’t have any dreams of your own, you might enjoy living someone else’s secondhand.” Lifting his arm from her shoulders, he reached beneath the collar of her coat and gently massaged the base of her neck. “And you’re not ready for desires yet. Dreams become desires.”

If he thought that would relax her, he was mistaken. Neck nerves screamed “He’s touching me!” then galloped off to spread the news to her brain. Her brain was a notorious gossip. Details would be all over the neighborhood in seconds.

“One week till Christmas, Flame. Live my dream with me. Why not? It might be the only one you ever have.”

He’d moved close, and his warm breath fanned her neck; his husky murmur fanned her imagination. This was it. Her moment of truth. She swallowed hard. Okay, maybe she could put if off for a few more moments. “I guess you really must be settling down, Sloan. When’re you moving into your house permanently?”

He looked as though her question had surprised him. “Soon. I came here this week to make sure everything’s ready. Then I’m flying to California to—”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. “Exactly what are you offering?” If she was jumping out of a plane without a parachute, so be it. But she had to know.

He shrugged, then smiled. His smile was the promise of all things dark and delicious. “What ever you want me to be offering, Flame.”

That was pretty clear. “Okay, let’s get this deal straight. I live in your energy-efficient castle for a week, enjoy your dream, however misguided, then go home. End of experience.”

“Bare bones? I guess that’s it.”

“But what will I do for a whole week?” Besides have hot sex with you as soon as I get up the nerve to suggest it.

He exhaled sharply. “Right. You need a job description. How about decorator? I need some feminine input for the color schemes in a few of the rooms.” His lips curved up in a take-me-to-bed smile. “Do a good job and you might even get a visit from Santa.”

“Bribery? Sounds like bribery to me, Mitello.” She’d really rather do this in the familiarity of her own apartment, but Mrs. Clark downstairs would be whacking her ceiling with a broom handle at the first sound of a banging headboard.

Besides, after this week is over, do you want to go to bed each night with the image of Sloan’s body beside you, the remembered warmth of his hand on your breast, the scent of him clinging to your dreams, the sound of his breathing haunting the silence of dark nights?

This was supposed to be a fling. Short, sweet, and over. She didn’t want to climb into bed with his memory every night. It would be better if she stayed at his house.

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