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Lyrical Press
September 2013
On Sale: September 2, 2013
Featuring: Curt Ryan; Erica Desoto
ISBN: 1616504919
EAN: 9781616504915
Kindle: B00ET563VW
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"I can turn the captioning on." She poised herself to sit
up, but he tightened his arm around her.
That anxiety again. Perhaps it was the tail end of the
jetlag he'd been trying to shake or something.
"Uh, that's okay. How'd your adjustment to the time zone
change go?"
"I guess it didn't bother me as much as I expected.
Maybe it's because I keep such an odd schedule. Whenever
there's breaking news, I have to drop what I'm doing and go.
Peril of being a full–time employee, I guess. Can't
say no."
"You've got youth on your side, darlin'. The quick
back–and–forth has been riding me all week, so
excuse me if I pass out. I nearly fell asleep writing on the
whiteboard during a class I taught this week."
She tensed. "If I had known, I would have rescheduled."
"Don't sweat it. It's cool. I'm on clean sheets next to
a warm body and well–fed. It's a trifecta of good things."
She nudged his ribs with her elbow with a scoff. "You
could get all that from a housekeeper and a hot water bottle."
He cupped her chin with and angled her face toward his.
"Quit it."
In his experience, when women made
self–disparaging remarks, the response they expected
from him in turn was a compliment of some sort. He never
took the bait. If he was going to give one, it was because
he really meant it. A couple of women had called him out on
his lack of sensitivity in the past. "You could say
something nice, Curt," one had said. "That's what any other
man would do."
He'd rolled his eyes and asked the waitress for the
check before responding with, "And that's your number one
mistake. Assuming I'm just like any other man."
Conceit hadn't driven him to say it–his brutal
straightforwardness had. He wasn't like any other man and
hadn't had much practice being soft, except with the kids.
Being kind to them came naturally. He didn't have to work at
it like he had for all those forgettable women he'd dated.
Erica...she was different from those vacuous girls.
Uncomplicated. She had enough of her own confidence that she
didn't need him propping her up. Low–maintenance. Sexy.
He propped his glasses onto the top of his head and bent
to meet her lips. Her lips against his quirked into a grin
as she turned beneath his arm. With her angle improved, she
wound her fingers through the hair at his nape and gave it a
small yank, forcing his chin up.
"Who's in charge here?" he asked as she kissed down his
Adam's apple and lingered at the neck of his shirt.
"You don't believe in equal partners, rubio?" She
trailed her fingers along the sensitive skin at his collar,
sending tiny jolts of electricity into his core.
"When it comes to sex? No." He drew away from her touch,
his skin prickling where her fingers had been, and pulled
his shirt over his head. "It's a dance, darlin'. Someone has
to lead, and someone has to follow."
"Oh. I see."
He sucked in some air as her palms pressed flat against
his belly and she clamped her lush bottom lip between her teeth.
"What?" he nudged.
"You're not so skinny." She drew slow, tantalizing
circles around his nipples with the tips of her fingers, and
he pulled her closer to straddle his thighs. Fine. He'd lead.
"I told you I'm fat where it matters."