Winning His Heart: The Millionaire's Homecoming / The Maverick Millionaire. Melissa McClone

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       CHAPTER TWELVE

      HIS LIPS WERE still way too close to her finger! Kayla wondered whatever had possessed her to touch his cheek, to hold her finger out to him, to invite his tongue to touch her. Something shivered along her spine—an electric awareness of him that was like nothing she had ever felt before.

      She could feel her smile dissolving, her pleasure at his approval giving way to something else altogether.

      She wasn’t an innocent young girl anymore, but the power of her hunger astounded her. She wanted him.

      It felt like a kind of crime to want someone who had hurt her husband so badly. But had he really? Or had Kevin hurt himself over and over again, and then blamed the whole world in general and David in particular?

      She shivered at the thought, and then thankfully, any kind of decision—to lean toward him, to touch his lips with her lips instead of her finger—was taken from her.

      He, too, sensed the sudden sizzle of chemistry between them, but he had the good sense to back abruptly away from it.

      He turned from her quickly, grabbed a dishcloth from the sink and began to clean up the mess.

      That was David. All the time she had known him he had always stepped up to the plate, done what needed to be done.

      Especially after the danger of having her finger nibbled, Kayla knew she needed to send him on his way, even if he hadn’t received any of the promised ice cream—unless you counted that one taste.

      “According to what I read in Lakeside Life,” Kayla said, “you have better things to do than help me with my messes.”

      “Don’t believe everything you read.”

      He got a chair and climbed up on it and began to tackle the mess on her ceiling. She saw his shirt lifted and she saw the hard line of his naked tummy.

      That hunger unfolded in her, even more powerful than before.

      “You should go home.” It was self-protection and it was desperately needed!

      “I’ll just give you a hand with this first.”

      Kayla wanted to refuse and found that she couldn’t. It had been so long since she had had help with anything. Someone to share a burden with was as least as seductive as the sight of his naked skin. For so long she had carried every burden, large and small, all by herself.

      An hour later her kitchen had been restored to order. Every surface shone. David had even ferreted out yellow cream in the toaster and wiped it from the inside of the light fixture.

      But if the kitchen shone, they were a mess!

      “I hope that isn’t a Slugs and Snails shirt,” Kayla said, but now that she was looking, she could see the distinctive small snail over the left breast.

      “Of course it is,” he said, glancing down at the yellow blotches that she was fairly certain had already set on his very expensive shirt and shorts. “My company was their start-up investor. I always use the products of the companies we invest in.”

      A reminder that the man standing here, in her kitchen, covered in yellow stains, was the CEO of a very prestigious company!

      He misread her distressed expression. “I’m sure the stains will come out.”

      “You don’t know the first thing about dandelions, do you?” she said, sadly. “When you do your laundry, that stain is not an easy fix.”

      “I don’t do my own laundry,” he said, a little sheepishly.

      It was a further reminder of who she was sharing her kitchen with. “Well, you could tell whoever does it to try lemon juice.”

      “Is that why you smell like lemons?” he asked. “Because this is not your first experiment with dandelions?”

      He had noticed her scent. Somehow it was headier than dandelion wine.

      So when he said what he said next, she should have resisted with all her might. But she didn’t have a single bit of might left in her.

      “I was on my way down to the lake to swim. Why don’t we just go jump in? Like the old days?”

      A small smile was playing across the sensuous line of the mouth she had been foolish enough to touch.

      She knew exactly what he was talking about. The last day of school, every year, all the kids in Blossom Valley went and jumped in the lake, fully clothed.

      And suddenly he did not seem like the CEO of one of Canada’s most successful companies. David seemed like what she needed most in the world and had tried, pathetically perhaps, to find in a dog.

      He seemed like a friend, and nothing in the world could have kept her from going and revisiting the most carefree time of her life by jumping in the lake with him!

      “Hang on,” she said, “I’ll grab my lemon juice.”

      They didn’t go to the public beach, but snuck down a much closer, but little-known lake access, between two very posh houses.

      He stood patiently while she doused the stains on both their clothes with lemon juice. She set down the empty bottle and then rubbed the lemon into the stains. His skin beneath the fabric struck her as velvet over steel.

      She heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up. He was watching her, his lips twitching with amusement but his eyes dark with something else.

      Kayla gulped, let go of his shirt and backed away from him, spinning.

      “Race you,” she cried over her shoulder, kicking off her flip-flops and already running. With a shout he came up behind her, and they hit the cold water hard. He cut the water in a perfect dive, and she followed. The day was already so hot that the cold water felt СКАЧАТЬ