Snippet Sunday June 7, 2015
When she found him a few minutes later in the living room he was folding the fitted sheet he pulled off the couch. His chest bare. His athletic shorts hanging low on his hips. Did she mention his chest was bare? Yeah. That. Since it seemed she swallowed her tongue, she stood there. Staring.
She slept on that chest most of the plane ride yesterday. His shoulders and arms flexed with each movement. He tossed the folded sheet on the couch as she focused on the dark blond hair covering it. Her mouth went dry.
“Good morning, Corrine Anderson.”
He bent down to grab his glasses and good Lord that butt.
“Don’t look at me like that unless you’re ready for the consequences.”
“Consequences?” she squeaked.
“Yes.” His eyes darkened and dropped lower and damned if she didn’t feel the heat of his stare like a touch. She felt her nipples tighten. As mortifying as it was, she stood her ground.
He met her eyes, his lips quirking. When he slowly started toward her, her eyes darted to the kitchen.
“Going to run Corrine?”
She closed her eyes as his minty breath fanned over her face. He had been up for a bit then. She hadn’t even heard him go into the bathroom. “I don’t run.”
“No. I don’t imagine you would, but there is a part of you that wants to.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, but don’t I? Every time I get near you, you shore up those defenses and occasionally, like just a moment ago, you look for an escape. You wear every feeling where the world can see it. I can see it.”
He ran the tip of his finger her chin, down her neck and collar bone, between her breasts, down her stomach over the skin of her abdomen and hooked his finger into the tie on her shorts. With one yank, she fell into that soft chest hair and against his hard rippled stomach. Oh good Lord help her, but she wanted to jump him right there.
Sinking his hands into her hair he tipped her head back and nipped her chin with his teeth. “You’re not ready yet.”
“You don’t know—”
“You’re not ready, but you will be.”
With a chaste kiss to her cheek, he grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower.
When had she lost control of this vacation? “God I’m in trouble!”