McIver's Mission. Brenda Harlen

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      He seemed to consider her statement, then nodded. “You also have a beautiful heart.”

      His words caused an unfamiliar warmth to expand inside her. Uncomfortable with the feeling, she set her mug on the coffee table. “It’s getting late, Shaun.”

      “You’re trying to get rid of me again.”

      “Yes.”

      “That’s not a promising start to a friendship,” he said.

      “I would think a friend would appreciate honesty,” she countered.

      He sipped from his cup. “I’m not finished with my coffee.”

      “Too bad. I have a busy day tomorrow and I need to go to bed.”

      “Now that brings to mind all kinds of interesting possibilities,” he said.

      A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. “Go home, McIver.”

      “All right,” he agreed, and drained the last of his coffee.

      Arden followed Shaun to the door. She should have been relieved that he was leaving, but now that his departure was imminent, she wasn’t so eager to see him go. She’d enjoyed the verbal sparring, the chance to think about things other than the hellish day she’d had, and she didn’t want to be alone with the memories and regrets that plagued her.

      As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Shaun paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

      “I’m fine.” Or she would be, anyway. If there was one thing she’d learned over the years, it was how to take care of herself.

      Still he hesitated. “You know you can call me if you need anything. Anytime.”

      It was a nice thought, but she couldn’t—wouldn’t—take him up on it. “Go home, Shaun.”

      He smiled, and her traitorous pulse skipped a beat before she ordered it to behave. She wasn’t going to get all giddy and weak-kneed just because Shaun McIver smiled at her. But she couldn’t help the way her breath caught in her throat when her eyes met his, watched them darken.

      Something crackled in the air between them. Something powerful and unexpected and just a little scary, and if her brain hadn’t seemed to shut down, she might have stepped away. Instead, she stood rooted, mesmerized.

      He leaned toward her, and if Arden didn’t know better she might have thought he was going to kiss her. But she did know better, and she knew—

      Chapter 3

      Whatever it was Arden thought she knew slipped from her mind as Shaun’s lips touched hers.

      She watched his eyelids lower, felt her own flutter, then close. In darkness her other senses were heightened, the impact of the kiss magnified. The touch of his lips sent tingles down her spine; the musky, male scent of him clouded her brain; and she lost herself in his kiss.

      His lips were warm and firm as they moved over hers with a mastery that was either pure God-given talent or the result of much practice. A mastery that didn’t so much coax as demand a response. She responded, and demanded in turn.

      The sensations that stirred inside her were as unwelcome as they were unfamiliar. She’d been kissed by more than a few men in her thirty-one years, but she’d never been kissed like this. The heat building inside her was like an inferno: burning, raging, devouring. Desire wasn’t a new emotion, but the intensity of this desire baffled her even as her mouth moved against his. Had any of her brain cells been functioning, she might have pulled back. She might have recognized this as insanity and withdrawn from it. But that first touch of his lips on hers had abolished all rational thought, leaving only edgy, achy need.

      When his tongue slipped between her parted lips and stroked the ultrasensitive ridges on the roof of her mouth, she almost moaned. He tasted of salsa and coffee and man: spicy and potent and hot.

      She vaguely registered the pressure of his hand on her back, drawing her slowly but inexorably closer to the hard length of his body. She didn’t, couldn’t, resist. Her arms wound around his neck, her breasts crushed against the solidity of his chest. His heart beat against hers, as fast and heavy as her own.

      His hands slid lower, cupped her buttocks, positioned her more firmly against him. She could feel the evidence of his arousal, and the answering, aching heat between her thighs. She wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him. It was irrational, insane, but it was real. She wasn’t the type of woman to indulge in meaningless sex. She didn’t have casual affairs. She’d never been tempted.

      But she was now, and she was dangerously close to giving over to her impulses and dragging Shaun to the floor with her.

      It was Shaun who drew back, easing his lips from hers with obvious reluctance. His hands moved up to her hips, held her steady. She might have pulled away, if she’d been sure her legs would support her.

      “That was…um…” She swept her tongue along her bottom lip nervously. “Unexpected.”

      “Yeah,” he agreed, the husky tone of his voice making her wonder if he’d been as affected by the kiss as she’d been. “And probably not wise.”

      Although she could think of a dozen reasons why she knew it wasn’t smart to kiss him the way she just had, she wasn’t sure she appreciated his commentary on the matter. “You kissed me,” she reminded him.

      He grinned. “You kissed back pretty good.”

      Arden felt color flood into her cheeks. “You were leaving,” she reminded him, managing to pull out of his arms.

      “Yeah, I guess I was.”

      But still he hesitated, and it took more willpower than she’d known she possessed not to ask him to stay.

      “Good night, Arden.”

      Then he was gone.

      It was the sound of the door latch clicking into place that mobilized her, and Arden moved to engage the dead bolt. Then she leaned back against the locked door, her knees as limp as overcooked spaghetti, her lips still tingling.

      Arden awoke Saturday morning feeling rested, and she realized that the previous night was the first since Denise and Brian were killed that she’d slept deeply, peacefully, without the nightmares that had recently plagued her.

      She sat up in bed, frowning as hints of a dream nudged at her subconscious.

      Not a nightmare; a dream.

      A dream about a man.

      A kiss.

      She touched her fingertips to her lips. She could still feel him there. Taste him.

      Shaun.

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