Page 39 of Moonshine and Magnolias
Score one for him.
Wendy ducked under his shoulder to support him, apologizing profusely with each step. Her lithe body molded to his side and he concentrated on her alcoholic fumes to keep his mind off the deliciously physical contact.
“Poor man. I was so thoughtless.” Her face scrunched up like she was on the verge of tears. “I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. That wasn’t even my fastball.”
“I feel much better.”
“You don’t have to be brave for me. I know how good a pitcher I am. That must have really hurt.” Her green eyes stared up at him, her mouth tight with distress. She swept her fingers gently over his face, stroking his hair back. The light touch brought a sizzle to his nerve endings. He closed his eyes against her enchantment and conjured thoughts of his family puzzle. His lying. His deception.
That killed his libido right quick.
They reached the split staircase leading to the front door and Wendy sat him on the lowest step. “I’m going to get your brother,” she said. “He can help me get you up the stairs.”
She started to go inside, but Rob grabbed her hand. “We can just sit here instead.”
“Hal should know how badly you’re hurt.” Wendy nibbled at her lower lip.
He’d never hear the end of it. “I’m feeling much better. The walk helped.”
Her fingers threaded his juicy hair in an attempt to locate his non-existent wound. “Can I get you anything? Some ice? Let me get you some ice.”
“No. Just sit.” He grasped her fingers and gently drew them away from his head, mourning the loss of her touch.
She plunked down without any hesitation and snuggled against him. Her curves fit against his body in the perfect locations. He hesitated before bringing his arm around her smooth shoulders. The urge to touch her, to feel her skin, was too much for him to resist. It would only be for a few minutes. Then he’d escort her upstairs and explain things to his brother. Just a little more time where he could sit with her in silence.
She ran her finger down his jawline, eliciting a shudder at her touch. His willpower was running on sheer fumes. She slid her very female form up his body and kissed him.
Her lips landed next to his, gently tugging and caressing his skin. He gripped the banister. It was the only way to keep from raising her up and settling her on his lap.
She giggled. “Silly. You’re supposed to kiss my mouth.” Her voice came close to his ear.
She tried again. This time, her aim was true.
And he wasn’t a saint.
She clamped her hands on either side of his head and mashed herself against him. His body ached with pleasure as her hardened nipples pressed into his chest. He returned the kiss with an urgent hunger for the summery taste of her, maintaining enough rationale to keep his grip on the railing.
She sighed in pleasure and nibbled under his jaw, making the strain in his pants almost unbearable. It was a wonder he didn’t tear the metal banister into pieces in his quest to keep from touching her. “Wendy,” he groaned.
“I know,” she panted. “Don’t speak.” She pulled at the neck of his shirt and kissed his exposed skin.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t right but it felt so damn good. She felt so damn good and he didn’t want her to stop. With an act of restraint he hadn’t known he possessed, he grasped her hands and stilled them against his chest. “Wendy.” He tried to regulate his breathing. “We can’t do this.”
Her breath came in short, fast bursts. “You’re right. Let’s go inside.”
Not quite what he was thinking, but he followed her into the house. She stood in front of the grand staircase. “Too far. Let’s go to the library.”
She waited until he moved passed her into the room and slid the door closed. In one smooth motion, she lifted her halter over her head. It flitted to the floor, exposing perfect breasts barely covered by a black lace bra.
Rob closed his eyes and turned his back to her. He wanted to touch her. Wanted to taste her perfect breasts. Wanted to sink into her wet heat and feel herlegs wrapped around his waist. But not now. Not when she wasn’t in complete control of herself.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded, her voice laced with tears. “You said I was pretty. You want to kiss me.”
God, did he want to kiss her. And often. He scrubbed at his face with his hands, hoping for some measure of sanity.
She let out a wail so harsh and so deep it echoed in his chest. It was soon muffled. He turned around.
Wendy had picked up her shirt and was holding it to her face while she rocked on the sofa, her head almost touching her knees. “And Brandi’s not even here!”
