Holiday Hideout: The Thanksgiving Fix\The Christmas Set-Up\The New Year's Deal by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Author:Vicki Lewis Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

WHEN ZOE CAUGHT HER BREATH, she realized she was plastered up against Jason, arms and legs wrapped around him like a monkey, her face pressed hard to his throat.

Way to resist him, Zoe. She pulled free and got off the bed.

“Zoe?” His voice was low, husky. One hundred percent sated male.

Because just the sound of him softened her resistance, she turned her back to him so she could straighten her panties and fix the cups of her bra. She was bending for her jacket when she heard the low groan.

It wasn’t a pleasure-filled groan, either. And she now knew the difference. Grimacing at her weakness, she whirled around to find him struggling to his feet. And he was struggling, pain etched in every line of his face.

With a sigh, she moved back to the bed, putting her hands on his bare chest. “Stop. You’re going to make it worse.”

Ignoring her, he slowly and cautiously straightened.

“Jason, stop. Stay in bed.”

Swearing, he started to reach for the blanket and went pale. She grabbed the thing and wrapped it around him, her fingers brushing his perfect torso as much as possible.

“Say the word and the blanket is gone,” he said.

Her gaze flew to his. “You’re hurting. How could you possibly want round two?”

“Testosterone,” he said simply. “Testosterone would follow a woman with an ass as sweet as yours straight into the depths of hell.” He paused. “And you should talk. You just totally felt me up while you were wrapping the blanket around me. You want round two just as bad as me.”

“Two years,” she repeated.

“Why so long?” he asked softly.

Since that was a question that she didn’t want to face, she bent and searched for her heels, locating them just under the bed. Jamming her feet into them, she headed out of the bedroom. “We aren’t going to speak of this to anyone.”

He was following her, but said nothing. She decided to take his silence as agreement but made the fatal mistake of looking back at him.

His hair was more rumpled than ever, and still dead sexy. He hadn’t shaved this morning, maybe not yesterday, either. And she knew firsthand what that dark scruff felt like on her skin. She had the whisker burns on her breasts and throat to prove it. He was holding his head at a funny angle, assuring her that however much she wanted to be gone, he was still absolutely hurting. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked.

He arched a brow. “If I said no, would you jump my bones again?”

She felt the blush spread across her cheeks. Good. He was still an ass. That made resisting him easier. “I need my files.”

“I told you, I don’t have them. It was supposed to start snowing tonight. Has it started?”

She peeked outside. Tiny little flakes were coming down. “Just, the roads should still be okay.” As for the missing memory stick, she’d live. It would involve embarrassing herself in front of her boss, but she’d email him and admit to needing another copy of the specs, and she remembered most of her notes and ideas.

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