Page 65 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“Relax.” She rolled out of bed and reached for the cutting board. “It’s not hope you see in my eyes.”

“Yeah, what is it, then?” He tried to go for a teasing tone, but he still hadn’t found his equilibrium.

“You have a body made for flipping women over and ramming them into the headboard. You have this deep, growly voice that makes us spread our legs.” She got to the door. “You’re smart. Honest. Thoughtful. I like you, Slick. And I can’t help if that makes you uncomfortable, but I’m not going to pretend I’m anything other than who I am.”

“I don’t want you to be anyone else.” But she was gone. And he didn’t like it. “Where you going?”

“It’s time for dessert,” she called.

“I got your dessert right here.” But she wasn’t there to see him grab his cock. Which was a good thing. He could do better than relying on lame humor to hide his discomfort.

He collapsed onto his back, and instead of seeing the log beams crossing the ceiling, he saw her smile. What was happening to him? Why did he have this reaction to her?

She wasn’t exceptional. She wasn’t special.

A voice in his head said,Oh, but she is.

She’s magnificent.

Her smile was like sunshine, burning through his jaded layers. Warming his core.

It happened again. That tightening in his chest, the quickening of his pulse. Every time he opened the door to his feelings for her, a steel trap slammed shut.

Because she’s hiding something. Otherwise, they’d have exchanged names. Talked about their professions. He’d only gone along with it in case she happened to be involved in the sports world. He couldn’t risk word getting back to Marcus.

Oh, hey. It struck him that he hadn’t thought about work in hours.

That’s a first.

Well, hell. That got his gears churning. Had Marcus fired him today? He’d need Wi-Fi to find out.

No, that didn’t make sense. He wouldn’t do it while this deal is still in play.

I have time.

But he’d come here to figure out his next move. Not play with Hellcat.

And the only thing he should be doing was making sure his snowmobile was gassed up and that he had a path out of there.

Just as he sat up, she entered the room. “Where you going?”

“I need to clear more of the driveway. I want to park my car here. So the plows don’t hit it.”

“Plows? Are we going to get dug out?”

His gaze shifted away. “At some point. But by the time they get here, it’ll be too late. I should do it now.” If he saw that smile, he’d be a goner. But he heard a pop, and he found her opening the can of whipped cream. “That’s dessert?”

“It’s thetoppingfor dessert.” She tossed a condom on the nightstand. “But you go on and shovel snow. Don’t worry about me. I’m good at playing all by myself.”

ChapterThirteen

When he grinned,it cracked open a portal. Affection spilled out, warming him all the way down to the soles of his feet. He lay back down. “But that’s not nearly as much fun, right?”

“Not nearly.” The mattress bounced as she leaped onto it. Straddling his knees, she squirted a line of cream up his inner thigh. And then, with a seductive smile, this sexy, joyful woman slowly licked it off.

He’d never felt anything like this happiness, this…contentedness. Because it wasn’t just the physical stimulation. It was how very much he liked her. He wanted more of her.

More talking. More laughs. More sex.

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