Need You Now. Debbi Rawlins

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СКАЧАТЬ She understood the problem. Her initial shock had come across as resistance. “No, I don’t.”

      He started kneading the tense muscles at the back of her neck, his light erotic touch relaxing her. She felt her chin dropping to her chest and couldn’t seem to stop it. He nudged it back up, then cupped her head with both hands and slipped his tongue between her parted lips.

      Everything inside her melted. His mouth was warm, damp and skillful, and he took his time, erasing any doubt. He ran his hands down her back, pulling her against his body, and she started to tremble. She’d always liked kissing well enough, but when Lucas touched his tongue to hers, then lazily swept her mouth, a slow aching burn in the pit of her stomach started, an ache she’d never felt before.

      She could feel him hardening against her belly, could feel her heart race, could feel her nipples tighten. His mouth wasn’t so gentle anymore. She understood his growing hunger. She clutched his shoulders, wanting more, wanting him to quench that burn of longing that flared hotter but not sure how to ask for it. Or even if she should. A kiss was one thing....

      She swayed a little, and he pulled back to look at her. She blinked, trying to focus. He brushed another kiss across her lips and released her.

      “That wasn’t planned,” he murmured, “but I won’t apologize.”

      “I’d be annoyed if you did.”

      Lucas smiled. “If I’d had a teacher like you, high school might not have been so painful.”

      Melanie stiffened, then turned to hide her reaction. She was a teacher and to some degree a role model. But she had a right to a private life. It wasn’t as if she made a habit of kissing good-looking strangers, and certainly not in front of her students. No, it was the “stranger” part that had her shaken. And on her home turf. Clearly she was overworked.

      “So you didn’t like school, huh?” she said, unnecessarily cinching Candy’s saddle strap. He’d tasted faintly of peanut butter, and the lingering flavor on her own lips calmed her, fooled her into thinking he was more familiar.

      “I hated sitting indoors all day. What you’re doing for these kids by bringing them out here shouldn’t be underestimated. I bet they learn more by being involved with the sanctuary.”

      Delighted by his observation, she turned back to him. “A few parents objected at first. I think they equated coming out here to field trips instead of an actual learning experience. But now, as long as this doesn’t interfere with football practice, everyone’s okay with it.” The corners of his mouth quirked up. “What?”

      “Don’t like football, huh?”

      She shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess. I don’t really have an opinion about it.”

      “You rolled your eyes.”

      “Did I? Just now?”

      Watching her, Lucas nodded. “I bet you fought like a tiger for the program.”

      How could she not be aware of rolling her eyes? She didn’t like that, not one bit. She prided herself on remaining centered, keeping her expressions impassive, especially when dealing with the students and their parents. And especially with her father’s congregation. Even when she disagreed with his dogma.

      “Melanie?”

      She blinked at him. “I doubt I was that fierce. But yes, I felt strongly about bringing the classroom outside. Some of the kids will be moving to cities, but a lot of them will end up taking over the family ranch. They need to know they have other options and not just do what their parents and grandparents have done.”

      A slight frown drew his brows together, as if she confused him. Though she couldn’t imagine why. She was straightforward and predictable, much more likely to inspire a yawn than confusion.

      “A tiger?” she said and turned to Candy when the mare moved restlessly. “That was a strange analogy.”

      “Why?” He watched her mount, then swung into his own saddle. “You strike me as someone who would go all out for something they believed in.”

      “Really?”

      “Why are you surprised?”

      She led him past the thicket of aspens, wondering how on earth he’d gotten that impression. Obviously he was seeing something that just wasn’t there. She rarely made waves, whether at school or at church. Occasionally she might tweak the status quo, but no one would accuse her of hoisting the rebel flag.

      Heck, she hated that her neighbor hung wet rugs on the shared picket fence that was now beginning to sag from the weight. But Melanie hadn’t said a word to Mrs. Sutter.

      Anxious to let the subject drop, she dug her phone out of her pocket, then glanced back at him. “I’ll call the Sundance if you’re still interested in staying overnight.”

      “If it’s not a problem.”

      “Calling the Sundance?”

      “Me staying.” Lucas tried to hold her gaze as he rode up alongside her, but she looked away.

      “No, of course not. Why would it be—?” She knew better than to ask a question that could produce an answer she might not like. She hit speed dial and prayed for the call to go through. Up here the reception could be dicey.

      The connection dropped after the third ring. She kept the phone to her ear while she gathered her composure. The weird thing about him having misread her was that Lucas was observant. The kind of quiet, intense observant that made her nervous. Made her feel self-conscious, as if she needed to explain herself.

      She knew he didn’t mean to upset her. After living under a magnifying glass half her life, she could tell the difference. And she also knew he was watching her right now.

      “Oops.” She lowered the cell phone. “Lost the call. I’ll have to try again in a few minutes.”

      He gazed up at the sky. “If they don’t have room, I keep a sleeping bag in my truck. Looks like a nice night to sleep under the stars.”

      “You’d do that?”

      “Sure.” He glanced at her. “I love sleeping outdoors. Only problem is I gotta have my morning shower.”

      A stunningly vivid picture of him wet and naked flashed in her mind. She let out a gasp that startled them both. What was wrong with her?

      “Not a fan of outdoor living, I take it,” he said, amusement lacing his tone.

      “Um, no, I’ve enjoyed camping, but yeah, the, um, shower thing...” She cleared her throat and hit speed dial again. “That’s a deal breaker for me.”

      She’d never been so glad to hear Rachel’s voice. “Hey, it’s Melanie. I know it’s last-minute, but have you got an extra room?”

      “Actually, we do,” Rachel said. “But only for one night. We have a ton of arrivals tomorrow. Who’s it for?”

      Melanie gave Lucas an affirming nod, and then it dawned on her. “Oh, wait, do you accept male СКАЧАТЬ