You Can't Go Gnome Again by Wendy Delaney

Author:Wendy Delaney [Delaney, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780996980067
Publisher: Sugarbaker Press
Published: 2016-11-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

AFTER GETTING BACK to Moyra’s and exchanging my black funeral suit for a pair of sweats, I fed Buster and took him for a brisk walk in the dusky drizzle.

Since Steve’s pickup still wasn’t sitting in his driveway when we got back around six, I hit the bathroom so that I didn’t show up for our date smelling like my wet dog companion.

A half hour later, I turned to Buster, who had been watching my transformation from frizz to flat-ironed. “What do you think?”

He cocked his head and whimpered, probably because I wasn’t offering him any ice cream.

But I had every intention of offering Steve something I hoped he’d find enticing, so I tightened my bra straps and adjusted the girls to enhance my cleavage. “Well, I think I look pretty good.” Even if I was hiding some of my jiggly bits under the teal sweater tunic I’d worn to lunch Tuesday.

I left Buster at the front door and headed across the street, determined to finish what Steve and I had started.

A minute later, he opened his door wearing a smile, a few water drops on his bare chest, and a charcoal gray bath towel clinging to his hips. “One of us appears to be overdressed.”

Smelling light notes of menthol and lime, I wiped away the moisture from his chest, his skin cool under my fingertips. “I had no idea tonight’s dinner would be so informal.”

“And you pride yourself on your perceptive abilities.” Steve locked the door behind me. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted by that phone call?”

I pointed at my C-cups. “Here perhaps?”

His lips stretched into a crooked grin. “Ah, yes. I remember now.” He pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it to the floor in one smooth motion.

“And as I recall,” he said while his deliciously rough fingers unclasped my bra. “This had to go.”

“I do believe you’re right.” I smiled in invitation and Steve hooked a finger around a lacey black strap, revealing two of his favorite jiggly bits.

His dark eyes gleaming with carnal intent, he cupped a breast. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is where we left off.”

“Actually…” I pulled off his towel. “I think we were right about here.”

“And now one of us is definitely overdressed.”

“What do you intend to do about it?”

“You know exactly what I intend to do,” he said, leading me to his bedroom.

Goody.

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