Tall, Dark And Temporary. Susan Connell

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      Two

      “Come on, Rebecca,” Megan murmured. “You never used to be late to anything. Don’t start now.”

      Pacing inside the Hotel Maxwell lobby the next evening, Megan alternately glanced at her watch, then rimmed its band with her fingertip. Ten minutes and counting until representatives from the Murano Group were scheduled to start their meeting for business owners, private investors and the local media about the River Walk project. Everyone expected to attend the well-publicized meeting had arrived except Rebecca.

      And Nick Buchanan.

      Megan stopped to look toward the glass-and-brass revolving doors. The last thing she wanted was to run into Nick. It had been almost twenty-four hours since she’d seen him. Plenty of time to sort through and make sense of her reaction to his surprise visit, but not quite enough time to feel altogether comfortable with the decision she’d come to.

      Maybe it was a tad excessive, but avoiding a roustabout construction worker who spent his life on the road was the smartest thing a woman in her position could do. The smartest and the hardest.

      She tried convincing herself that the thoughts he’d stirred up by his surprise appearance would settle down by the time her radio buzzed her awake the next morning. But the buzz she was experiencing eight hours after his visit had been going on long before her radio alarm.

      Enticing dreams about Nick left her feeling as if she were in a modified version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Tossing and turning in her single bed, the once comfortable piece of furniture was suddenly too big and too small.

      The truth was undeniable. Nick Buchanan, the bad-boy charmer of ten years ago, the centerpiece of her sexiest fantasies, the man she was losing valuable sleep over, was back in her life and majorly capable of distracting her from her goals, if she let him. She tugged at her watchband. Those fantasies! She had to put a stop to them.

      Closing her eyes, she settled both hands over her rib cage and tried pulling in an even, calming breath. Without warning, Nick’s naughtiest smile slipped into her mind’s eye. The tantalizing rush of pleasure cascading through her a second later caused her lips to part and her resolve to rapidly soften. That naughty smile of his was hinting at something memorable. Nibbling at her lips, she gave in to a luxurious sigh as the vision behind her eyelids began surging to life.

      They were in the café kitchen alone, sometime after midnight. Soft music drifted around them as they made minimal efforts to keep on dancing. Pressed against Nick’s masculine form, she felt light-headed with growing desire. After all these years, being this close to him was too much, yet it wasn’t enough for her. Sliding her hands down his back, she gazed up at him.

      “Nick,” she whispered, unable to keep the aching need out of her voice. Drawing her nails against the small of his back, she gently nudged him with her hips.

      “Please, Nick.”

      “You’ve been alone for such a long time, Meggie,” he said as he set her away from him and against the worktable. “I don’t want to hurt you. We have time.”

      “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she said, brazenly slipping her hand between them to press against the hard evidence of his arousal. “You want me, Nick. I can tell you want me. ”

      “Hell, yes, I want you,” he whispered on the end of a groan Staring down at her with half-closed passion-hot eyes, he sealed his lips to hers with a quick, hungry kiss. “Keep touching me like that, and we aren’t going to make it to a bed.”

      She kept touching him like that. “I don’t need a bed, Nick. I need you. Right here. Right now.”

      Cursing the state of his arousal, he pulled away from her, then swept the worktable clear. Pastry trays were still clattering on the floor as he lifted her onto the edge of the table and began to answer questions she’d only dreamed about.

      Her eyes flew open, then continued to widen as several highly erotic possibilities of what might happen next began forming in the steamier recesses of her imagination. The tips of her breasts, the tops of her thighs and every inch in between tingled.

      She looked guiltily around the lobby, scolding herself for thinking about what kind of a lover the real Nick would make. Transitioning into full-time catering to insure a financially secure future was supposed to be the only thing on her mind. Her busy life was complicated enough without Nick, thank you very much. Especially after that СКАЧАТЬ