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The brother s indulged in some masculine back slapping to congratulate Mick on his promotion.
Craig and Trey both looked disgustingly attractive, Craig s suit conservative colors, Trey a tad
more flamboyant in a yellow shirt and tie that expressed his more adventurous side. Dinner
proceeded with delicious food and fun conversation. Celeste and Mick kept the conversation
away from work and Darrell, and that suited her fine. The whole experience gave Celeste a
strong feeling of belonging to this family, and the way Mick s mother and siblings embraced her
in the fold made her long for more of the same. She presented Mick with a funny, joking card
that didn t imply anything too intimate.
Later that evening, when they returned to her home, she invited Mick inside.
After they locked up the house, he sagged onto the couch. I had a great time. Thanks for helping
me celebrate. And thanks for the card. It was funny.
You re very welcome.
Tired of high heels, she kicked off her sandals and nudged them under the coffee table. She
wriggled her toes on the cold hardwood floor.
What s that smile about? he asked.
She sighed. It s amazing, actually. I m feeling really grounded. Happy even though I don t have
a job, and there s a jealous ex trying to play head games with me.
You re a resilient woman.
Feeling bolder by the minute, she sauntered toward him with the slinkiest, most sensuous walk
she could manage. Mick s grin widened, his eyes reflecting heated appreciation as his gaze
danced over her. She settled on the couch beside him and his arm went around her shoulders. She
turned just enough she could look into his eyes.
What do you believe about us? Mick s eyes pleaded with her. Is there anything still holding
you back?
How could she ignore his request and hope to enjoy closeness with him? Closeness? When had
her desire to be with him had anything to do with desire to connect on a deeper level? When had
the pure sexual energy between them turned to more?
Knowing she wanted a closer tie to him staggered her, stilled her thoughts like a blow. It took a
few seconds to gather her thoughts into coherency. Before we made love the first time, I
thought that if I gave in to what I felt, to the attraction we have, I would lose control.
Lose control of what?
How did she explain? No words seemed adequate. To the one thing I have. Myself.
Your mother and father failed you, your aunt failed you by keeping you and I apart. The scum
who tried to rape you added to your feeling inadequate. He tucked her hair behind her ear.
There s a part of you that thinks I ll abuse you emotionally. It s that lack of trust that s kept us
from connecting all the way.
His words made her realize Mick understood far more than she d imagined. Maybe. Since Mom
and Dad were self-absorbed, I was always trying to get their attention. Nothing really worked. I
don t think they realized how much it hurt. They were just thoughtless.
He didn t speak for a short time and watched her with those concerned, admiring eyes. When he
did speak, his tone held compassion. It hurts a little that you d believe I d do anything to
deliberately hurt you.
She touched his hand and pressed. No. Never deliberately. I know that much. You know that
old saying that s so damned clichéd on the dating scene? It s just me?
He smiled crookedly. Yeah.
Well, it is just me. I m learning, though. I m learning.
Mick turned his hand over to clasp hers. I m learning stuff about myself, too. I can t control
everything and everyone. I can t always make things better even when I want to. I can t save or
protect everyone who needs it.
She frowned. You honestly believed that?
He tapped his forehead. Part of me did on some level. Lifting her hand, he brushed his lips
over her fingers. Stupid of me.
You re telling me you re a reformed control freak?
Yeah. There ought to be a group for it. Control Freaks Anonymous.
She laughed, happy they d discussed their perspectives more in depth. Forgive me for not
believing in you?
Only if you forgive me for pushing you hard.
Deal. Should we shake on it?
He leaned toward her. I think a kiss is a better idea.
*
One hot kiss turned into another and yet another until Mick found himself on his back on the
couch, Celeste lying on top of him. God, she felt good. Right. He cupped her ass, squeezing the
giving, round flesh. Her butt fit just right in his hands, and he loved the possessive, hungry
stirring in his groin. He d never experienced this raw an emotion, this certainty that no other
woman would do for him now or in the future. During dinner this evening he d recognized that
his life before Celeste seemed less full...less certain. Less meaningful. Yep, no other woman
would do.
Only Celeste.
Celeste. Oh, God. God. I love her.
The frenzy inside urged him to move faster, quicker. He devoured her mouth with kiss after kiss,
and she plunged into the abyss with him. For the first time in his life he recognized a true lack of
control. The first night they d made love he d poured his love into her without knowing what it
was, caught up in a sexual rush to completion. Tonight his feelings felt sure. Deliberate.
Unchained.
She eased away from him. I want this wild.
*
All night Celeste had watched him and wanted him, much the way she d wanted him after the
martial arts competition. His legs sprawled out, and despite his formal attire, he looked like a big,
healthy panther awaiting a meal. She took a chance.
She eased the bottom of the dress upward over her hips and stepped toward him. His eyes
widened and fixated on that point where her dress barely covered her matching red panties.
She d worn thigh highs and a garter belt.
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The brother s indulged in some masculine back slapping to congratulate Mick on his promotion.
Craig and Trey both looked disgustingly attractive, Craig s suit conservative colors, Trey a tad
more flamboyant in a yellow shirt and tie that expressed his more adventurous side. Dinner
proceeded with delicious food and fun conversation. Celeste and Mick kept the conversation
away from work and Darrell, and that suited her fine. The whole experience gave Celeste a
strong feeling of belonging to this family, and the way Mick s mother and siblings embraced her
in the fold made her long for more of the same. She presented Mick with a funny, joking card
that didn t imply anything too intimate.
Later that evening, when they returned to her home, she invited Mick inside.
After they locked up the house, he sagged onto the couch. I had a great time. Thanks for helping
me celebrate. And thanks for the card. It was funny.
You re very welcome.
Tired of high heels, she kicked off her sandals and nudged them under the coffee table. She
wriggled her toes on the cold hardwood floor.
What s that smile about? he asked.
She sighed. It s amazing, actually. I m feeling really grounded. Happy even though I don t have
a job, and there s a jealous ex trying to play head games with me.
You re a resilient woman.
Feeling bolder by the minute, she sauntered toward him with the slinkiest, most sensuous walk
she could manage. Mick s grin widened, his eyes reflecting heated appreciation as his gaze
danced over her. She settled on the couch beside him and his arm went around her shoulders. She
turned just enough she could look into his eyes.
What do you believe about us? Mick s eyes pleaded with her. Is there anything still holding
you back?
How could she ignore his request and hope to enjoy closeness with him? Closeness? When had
her desire to be with him had anything to do with desire to connect on a deeper level? When had
the pure sexual energy between them turned to more?
Knowing she wanted a closer tie to him staggered her, stilled her thoughts like a blow. It took a
few seconds to gather her thoughts into coherency. Before we made love the first time, I
thought that if I gave in to what I felt, to the attraction we have, I would lose control.
Lose control of what?
How did she explain? No words seemed adequate. To the one thing I have. Myself.
Your mother and father failed you, your aunt failed you by keeping you and I apart. The scum
who tried to rape you added to your feeling inadequate. He tucked her hair behind her ear.
There s a part of you that thinks I ll abuse you emotionally. It s that lack of trust that s kept us
from connecting all the way.
His words made her realize Mick understood far more than she d imagined. Maybe. Since Mom
and Dad were self-absorbed, I was always trying to get their attention. Nothing really worked. I
don t think they realized how much it hurt. They were just thoughtless.
He didn t speak for a short time and watched her with those concerned, admiring eyes. When he
did speak, his tone held compassion. It hurts a little that you d believe I d do anything to
deliberately hurt you.
She touched his hand and pressed. No. Never deliberately. I know that much. You know that
old saying that s so damned clichéd on the dating scene? It s just me?
He smiled crookedly. Yeah.
Well, it is just me. I m learning, though. I m learning.
Mick turned his hand over to clasp hers. I m learning stuff about myself, too. I can t control
everything and everyone. I can t always make things better even when I want to. I can t save or
protect everyone who needs it.
She frowned. You honestly believed that?
He tapped his forehead. Part of me did on some level. Lifting her hand, he brushed his lips
over her fingers. Stupid of me.
You re telling me you re a reformed control freak?
Yeah. There ought to be a group for it. Control Freaks Anonymous.
She laughed, happy they d discussed their perspectives more in depth. Forgive me for not
believing in you?
Only if you forgive me for pushing you hard.
Deal. Should we shake on it?
He leaned toward her. I think a kiss is a better idea.
*
One hot kiss turned into another and yet another until Mick found himself on his back on the
couch, Celeste lying on top of him. God, she felt good. Right. He cupped her ass, squeezing the
giving, round flesh. Her butt fit just right in his hands, and he loved the possessive, hungry
stirring in his groin. He d never experienced this raw an emotion, this certainty that no other
woman would do for him now or in the future. During dinner this evening he d recognized that
his life before Celeste seemed less full...less certain. Less meaningful. Yep, no other woman
would do.
Only Celeste.
Celeste. Oh, God. God. I love her.
The frenzy inside urged him to move faster, quicker. He devoured her mouth with kiss after kiss,
and she plunged into the abyss with him. For the first time in his life he recognized a true lack of
control. The first night they d made love he d poured his love into her without knowing what it
was, caught up in a sexual rush to completion. Tonight his feelings felt sure. Deliberate.
Unchained.
She eased away from him. I want this wild.
*
All night Celeste had watched him and wanted him, much the way she d wanted him after the
martial arts competition. His legs sprawled out, and despite his formal attire, he looked like a big,
healthy panther awaiting a meal. She took a chance.
She eased the bottom of the dress upward over her hips and stepped toward him. His eyes
widened and fixated on that point where her dress barely covered her matching red panties.
She d worn thigh highs and a garter belt.
He licked his lips. Wow. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]