Crossing Hearts (Cross Creek #1) by Kimberly Kincaid

Author:Kimberly Kincaid [Kincaid, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503941700
Amazon: 1503941701
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Hunter stood on the threshold to his cottage, half hard and half convinced he was out of his fucking mind. But after Emerson had told him at the end of yesterday’s PT session that she’d like to take him up on the offer to borrow his bathtub, then let her eyes linger on his mouth for the span of at least three heartbeats before smiling and walking away, he couldn’t deny the truth.

Business as usual was killing him. Despite the fact that he knew he should be calm and cool and rational, what he wanted was to recklessly turn business into pleasure with Emerson.

Hard. Fast. And right now.

Hunter ran a palm down the front of his freshly washed jeans, working up a smile as he reached for the doorknob. It was Saturday afternoon, for Chrissake. Barely three o’clock. He could back up his perfectly innocent offer to let Emerson borrow his bathtub by acting like a gentleman and not a Neanderthal. No problem.

As soon as he opened the door, all bets for gallant behavior were unequivocally off.

“Hey,” he managed, but only just. Emerson stood on his porch, her eyes shaded with one hand, the slim muscles in her shoulder flexing into a long, graceful line. The overabundance of June sunlight turned her long black-and-white skirt just sheer enough to outline the shape of her legs through the fabric, creating a silhouette that fueled both his quickening pulse and his wicked imagination. Her copper-colored hair spilled over her shoulders in a soft waterfall of waves, and her smile tumbled over her mouth just as easily.

Hunter swallowed. Then did it again for good measure.

Yeah. His status quo had been completely obliterated.

“Hey,” she said, that smile that was already making him want to kiss her reaching all the way up to her eyes as she shifted her weight over the porch boards. “I really appreciate you letting me come over on a Saturday. I hope I’m not taking you away from work.”

She gestured over her shoulder, to the tidy bright-green rows of corn and soybeans flanking either side of his cottage past the fence lines, but Hunter shook his head to reassure her.

“Nah. I clocked my weekend hours this morning.” At least being on restricted duty had one tiny perk. Everything he’d been physically able to accomplish had fit into the time span of about four hours. Normally Saturdays held a full workload of a good eight to ten, depending on the season. “Is your back feeling any better?

Emerson let him usher her over the threshold, out of the oppressive summer heat. “A little. I took some over-the-counter anti-inflammatories, and I’ve been careful not to mess with any more boxes. But I’ve got to admit, I’m looking forward to a good, long soak to get me all the way back to normal.”

Images of Emerson, flushed pink from a steamy bath and oh-so naked, formed a naughty slideshow in his mind, and seriously, had every last rational part of his brain been on a leave of absence when he’d offered her his bathtub?

Pretty much, yeah.

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