Page 10 of Miss Merry and Mr. Bright
“Yeah. Not a good night for that.”
“We’ll see.”
I want to shake her but then she smiles over her shoulder at me and there’s something soft and sweet and longing in her cool eyes.
I move closer to her and drop to my knees. Peaches gets down and growls at us before she takes off. My hand comes up and I delicately trace her pale jaw. Her bones seem so fragile and she’s so tiny. Terror streaks through me.
What if something happens to her? But before that thought totally takes over, she leans into my hand and the warmth of her soft skin has me dragging her closer. I run my nose along the frail column of her throat. She smells like flowers and peppermint.
My mouth waters and she whimpers, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“You drive me crazy, Merry. I don’t understand it. But I like it. I think.”
Her lips move closer and she sighs as my lips find hers. Her mouth opens and her little tongue darts out, tapping mine and it’s like the floodgates open and years of control go right out the fucking window.
Growling, I fall back onto my ass and then pull her across my lap until she’s straddling me, the heat of her pussy right there where I need her. If I got rid of the damn clothes.
Jerking at her clothes, I pull her sweater over her head, her caramel hair falling back on her narrow shoulders. My hands tangle in her curls and they’re so damn soft. I yank her head back and my mouth finds hers, my tongue delving inside her tender mouth, laving her teeth and every damn place I can reach. My heart pounds, my breath huffs out like a freight whistle and my whole body is so damn tight I can’t think. Just feel.
Feel her soft tits pressed against my chest as she rubs herself against my chest hair and moans into my mouth.
Yanking my mouth free, I growl, “I cannot believe how much I need you, baby girl. You’re so damn pretty and sweet. And you’re too damn young. I shouldn’t touch you, dammit!”
But she writhes on my lap and I can’t help myself, pushing my hips up into her sweet warmth, mimicking how much I want to take her.
She gasps and her head falls back, the soft, tender skin of her pale throat bare to my teeth and tongue as my mouth glides down her skin, drinking in every gasp, every wiggle, the dangerously hungry lust rearing up inside me that’s not going to be quenches until I have her.
Until Peaches comes racing back and jumps up on the two of us yapping wildly and the lights flicker and go out and we’re plunged into darkness.
6
NEANDERTHAL IS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR A MAN…
MERRY BARTHOLOMEW
Adoor slamming wakes me and I stretch out, smiling when Peaches comes charging back in, shaking snow off of her little body.
Squealing, I lean away from her, laughing.
“Stop that, Peaches!” The grumpy man in the doorway glares at both of us and stomps off.
I lift the little dog and lean into her, whispering, “He seems to be mad at one of us. I bet it’s me.”
The wind’s died down and the sun’s shining in the windows. The lights are back on and the electricity’s humming. Everything seems to be right with the world but the slamming down the hall doesn’t say that.
I clamber to my feet and dart down the hall, tapping gently at the door.
“What!” He hollers through the door.
“Do you want breakfast? I can make some eggs and toast up quickly. You must be starved.”
“No. I’m fine. Just do what you need to do. I’ve got to get some work done.”
Whipping around, I glare at the door one last time. “Jeez. What a grump.”
But I brighten when I start digging into more boxes and whistling as I decorate the rest of the house. Except the office and the studio. That was the deal.
Smiling, I throw a wreath on the door with a reindeer with a blinking nose. I can’t stop giggling when I think about how Jasper’s going to react to the cheap thing. But it made me laugh.
