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The Icing On The Cake by Alison Kent
Michelle stood just inside the doorway of the room that had been hers for the duration of their stay. Todd stood just outside in the hallway. She cocked her head to one side, looking for any resemblance between him and the members of his family. He shared his sister’s smile, his mother’s bone structure and dimples. They were a beautiful family, the Brackens.
And his father. Now she understood Todd’s sense of humor. Father and son were an unstoppable team. “I loved meeting your dad this afternoon.”
“He enjoyed you, too.” Todd waggled both brows. “He called you hot. Told you he was a ladies’ man.”
“He is totally larger than life.”
“You should’ve seen him back in the day. Large isn’t even big enough to describe him.”
“You must be proud to think of all the lives he’s saved.”
“I am.” He reached up, stroked a finger down her cheek to the hollow of her throat. “It’s tough seeing him as weak as he is, though he did look good today.”
She hated what the family was going through. She couldn’t think of anything worse than watching a loved one’s decline and being helpless in the face of the disease. “Are you going to be okay sleeping alone? It’s just one more night.”
“No, I’m not going to be okay,” he grumbled. “And I’m probably not going to sleep either.”
“Poor baby.” She reached up, cupped a hand to his cheek, shivering as his late night stubble scraped her inner wrist. “Hard to believe there was a time when we didn’t share a bed.”
“We should’ve stayed in a hotel.”
“I don’t think your mother would’ve allowed that.” She let her hand stray, down his neck, to his throat. She raised up on tiptoes and kissed him there, a tiny brush of her lips, and felt the thump of his heart when she did. “Just think how much you have to look forward to.
His brow arched wickedly. “Why don’t you come out here and remind me?”
Out here, the safe and public space where nothing could happen. Or so he thought. She took him up on his dare, wedging one of her legs between his, draping one hand over his shoulder, keeping the other between their bodies to play.
He grinned, his dimple a deep and devilish half-moon, and brought his mouth down on hers. She opened beneath him, slid her tongue along his, pulling away to nip at his lower lip as she worked her hand behind his belt buckle.
“You are a wench,” he whispered.
“You love it,” she whispered back.
And then he was kissing her again, his mouth pressing, his skin feverish when she tugged his shirt tails out of the way. He swayed, then straightened, and took a step to brace his shoulder against her door. She leaned harder against him, making him sweat, making him groan.
“Not so sure this was a good idea,” he pulled free to say.
“And here I thought we were having fun.”
The sound in his throat was husky and raw and full of promises he intended to keep. “We are, but you’ve got me in the mood for more.”
“I noticed,” she said, skimming her fingertips over the tip of his erection. “Just pretend we’re in high school and trying not to get caught.”
“If this reminds you of high school, you had a better time of it than me,” he said, pushing into the cup of her hand once, twice.
Dare she confess what a good little Catholic girl she really was? That he brought out the wicked in her? “If you’ll kiss me goodnight, I’ll stop teasing you.”
“Or we could go inside and close the door and you could tease me goodnight.”
She shook her head, then shook a finger. “No boys allowed. House rules.”
“Hmm. I don’t remember that being a rule when I lived here.”
“Because your rule would’ve been no girls.”
“Both rules are cramping my style,” he said, the words coming out on a strangled sort of grunt.
As much as she loved teasing him, she, too, had had enough of the torture. She wanted to be home, in their bed . . . Oh, but she loved the sound of that. Their bed. “Then kiss me goodnight and go to sleep and we’ll be that much closer to flying home and setting our own rules.”
He seemed to consider that, bringing up a hand to cup the back of her head. “Rule number one. No more of your hands in my pants if I can’t get mine into yours.”
“I like that one,” she said, tilting back her head and waiting.
“Rule number two. No more meeting friends or relatives until next year. Or at least until Thanksgiving.” He brought his mouth to hers, brushed his lips against the corner of hers, tiny little kisses that were barely more than a breath.
“That’s a good one,” she said, willing him to hurry. She wanted more of him than playful nips and bites.
“Rule number three. Any future travelling we do will involve a hotel room with a king size bed.”
“Even if we’re not staying the night?”
“Even if,” he said, and then he kissed her fully, opening his mouth and asking her for the same.
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