Page 87 of My UnTrue Love
Bill came up behind her. “You’d be scared, if you realized how much I’d risk for this girl.”
Clementine’s scowled.
“I could ask her to un-repress me, I suppose.” Bill went on conversationally.
Crap.
She sucked at chasing Bill. All she’d done was convince him to date someone else. Clementine tried to backpedal. “Well,let’s not be hasty. Whoever this girl is, touching her might not be the way to go…”
She broke off with a small gasp, as Bill’s palm slipped around her body and settled on her midriff. His fingers were spread wide, taking up most of the space on her torso. She could feel the glorious heat of his touch through her shirtfront.
Her head went back to gape up at him over her shoulder.
He arched a brow. “You want to inspire me, Clem?”
“Me?” She blinked, comprehension belatedly dawning. “I’mthe one you’ve got your eye on?”
“Both eyes.”
“Wow!” Clementine processed that for a beat and then beamed. “I can’t believe how in synch we always are! It’s like you read my mind.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that. Your thoughts are too sweet for a coyote to understand.”
“Don’t say that! You are the sweetest man in the world. That’s why I feel so drawn to you. And why things have developed so naturally between us. Almost like destiny.”
Bill nodded gravely. “Almost.”
“Our relationship meansso muchto me. I would never want to endanger that.” She continued, her gloomy mood gone. “But I was hoping you wanted to try --Just try-- to take our friendship to the next level. Maybe that would be something you’d be interested in?”
“Darlin’, you will never find anyonemoreinterested.”
Lust spread through her body. The low cadence of his incredible voice and the feel of his hand did wonderful thingsto her insides. Still, Clementine couldn’t help but experience a flicker of guilt.
“Don’t be mad, but it’s notalldestiny that got us here.” She blurted out. “I also pushed a bit.”
“Well, it surely worked.”
“It did.” She nodded, pleased by her success. “I mean, it wasn’t really fair, though. Artists are often led by emotions. I should give you more time to consider things, before you’re swept away by impulse.”
“An artist has gotta follow his instincts.” He reminded her in an earnest voice.
“Yes, that’s true. But it wasveryeasy to persuade your instincts to lead you here.”
“Easy? I’ve got ten long months into this project. I’m finally right where I want to be.” He slipped his palm beneath the hem of her shirt, so he could touch the bare skin of her stomach. “…Just about, anyhow.” His thumb caressed in a seductive way, asking permission and showing devotion and promising pleasure.
Clem smiled, understanding everything about the small movement. She always understood Bill without words. “Well, you should beexactlywhere you want to be, then.” She whispered impishly.
“I was thinking the same.” His hand moved down her body. “You wanna play a game with me this morning, darlin’?”
“God yes.”
“Not too fast for you?”
She almost laughed at the idea they were going slow forherbenefit. “Absolutely not. Is it too fast for you?”
Bill actually did laugh. To answer her question, his fingers slipped past the waistband of her skirt, beneath her underwear, and parted her flesh.
It happened so quickly and with such authority that Clementine couldn’t do anything more than gasp. Her legs shifted, giving him the access he sought, her head falling back against his chest.
