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Because last night, Ramzi hadn’t just made love to her.He’dconsumedher.
“You… um… what?”he teased, dipping his head slightly.His thigh shifted forward, pressing between hers.
Her breath caught.She grabbed his shoulders for balance—or maybe just to stay standing.That hard thigh shifted again and she nearly whimpered.
“Ramzi, we can’t—”
But she didn’t get the words out.His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin just beneath her ear before his lips soothed the sting.
“If you hadn’t shimmied down the tree this morning,” he murmured, “we could be doing this in my bed.Alone.”
He straightened, but his hands gripped her hips, shifting her slightly so the most sensitive part of her pressed against him again.Her breath hitched.
“Then neither one of us would be in pain right now,” he added, voice low and wicked.
“You’re… cheating,” she whispered, a mix of accusation and desperation.
His quiet chuckle vibrated against her skin.“I know.But seriously, you shouldn’t have left.”
Then, just as smoothly as he’d cornered her, he stepped back, hands sliding from her hips in a slow, teasing departure.
He picked up the monkey mug and placed it in her hands, his fingers brushing hers deliberately.
And then he sat back down, casual and composed, just as Tilda bustled into the kitchen.
“Your father!”her mother huffed, sliding on oven mitts.“He’s out in that shed more and more these days.”
Tabitha didn’t answer.She couldn’t.Not with her heart pounding and Ramzi watching her over the rim of his coffee cup.
He was smug.
He knew exactly what he’d done to her.
And she was standing there, clutching a monkey mug while trying not to melt.
Chapter 17
Ramzi watched as Tabitha’s mother pulled a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven, set it onto the cooling racks, then bustled over to the coffee pot to fill the ridiculous monkey mug with coffee.The whole time, his eyes were locked on Tabitha.She met his gaze, radiating sexual frustration and indignation.
Damn, she was adorable.And absolutely furious.
He couldn’t blame her.He was currently hiding one hell of an erection under the kitchen table, courtesy of her scent, her soft gasp, and the heat in her eyes when he’d pressed his thigh against that one, perfect spot.
Yeah, he’d seen Tilda heading back in from the front window.Had he aroused Tabitha on purpose?Not at first.He’d meant only to kiss her good morning.
But once he’d started… hell yes, he’d leaned into it.
His gaze dipped down to her bare legs, trailing all the way to the ridiculous—and somehow irresistible—bunny slippers.
Thosehad started this whole thing.
When he looked back up, she was glaring at him.If looks could kill, he’d be sprawled across the linoleum.He grinned wider.She didn’t seem even slightly embarrassed about her slippers.Good.They were absurd and perfect and veryTabitha.
And now, the fantasy of her naked and draped in diamonds had a new twist.
Maybe not diamonds.Not exclusively.
What about furs?
