Page 37 of Too Close To Call

“Sure, but why?” she asks as she pushes to her feet and steps over her discarded sandals.

“Because I’ve been dying to kiss you all evening. Plus this will be our first official goodnight kiss.” With a wink I add, “And I’m not talking about a G-rated kiss.

A pink blush rises on her face as she shivers. “Yes,” she manages to get out.

Taking my hand, she follows me through the door. No sooner than it clicks shut, I push her back against it and lock my lips onto hers. I kiss her hard and slow, fast and frantic. I kiss her thoroughly. I run a hand down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts, and beneath her panties to tease the soft, wet folds. “My God, baby, you’re so hot and wet. You feel so damn good. You want me, don’t you, Tor?”

“Yes,” she cries softly when I press my thumb against the swollen nub begging for attention. I rub circles and find the perfect rhythm that causes her breath to catch and then still as she readies to lose control. “Case… don’t stop.”

This isn’t enough. I push a finger inside and search for the spot I know will send her flying. I watch in wonder as her eyelids flutter shut and she grips my fingers with her contracting muscles as her face practically illuminates in the moonlight.

My breathing is ragged as I let my head fall to hers. I’m going to lose my mind if I can’t bury my dick inside her soon. But not like this. I’m not making out like a teenager at her door. She deserves so much more. Slowly I tear myself away from her warm, welcoming body.

“Case?” she asks.

I look down into her her eyes and kiss her lips lightly. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise all I wanted was a kiss. I didn’t mean to get carried away, but you’re my kryptonite.”

Her head drops to my chest, her breath uneven. “You’re right. Until Saturday night? Come over and I’ll cook. Daisy will be gone and we’ll be alone.”

My brows pull together. Does she think I don’t remember her kitchen skills? “I have a better idea. Come over to my house andI’llcook.”

Her tempting lips purse. “I feel a total lack of confidence regarding my cooking, Case Murphy.”

I shrug and go in for another too brief kiss before walking away and calling over my shoulder, “Just keeping it real, babe. You may not know your way around a pot roast, but you can cook excellently in the bedroom.”

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Friday morning, frantic knocking on my back door wakes me from a dream about Tori, which already puts me in a grumpy mood because I didn’t get to finish it. That seems to be our theme—we never get to finish. But on Saturday night, I may not let her out of the bedroom until Monday morning. I’ve been too long without her.

Blood drains from my face when I throw the back door open, ready to light into someone for waking me so early, and I find Tori with tears in her eyes and a towel wrapped around her hand. “Tor, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t say it, okay?” she warns weakly and leans against the doorjamb.

“Don’t say what?” I ask, my heart racing because I don’t know what’s under the towel.

“Just don’t say it. I need you to come over and watch Daisy for a little while. She isn’t awake yet and I’ll probably be back before she is.”

“Tori, what’s going on?”

She blows out a heavy, frustrated sigh. “I got up early, couldn’t sleep. I was going to make waffles and I cut my finger. Just a little bit. I need to run and get a stitch or two. I’m sure that’s all it’s going to take.”

A closer look at her face doesn’t match up to a little cut. “You’re kinda pale, sweetheart. Are you sure it’s that minor?”

I reach for the towel to check for myself, but she jerks her hand away and winces.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s so minor I’m sure a bandage is all I need. Will you stay over at the cottage?” she almost snaps.

“Sure, but why don’t we wake Daisy up and all of us go to the emergency care center?”

“Because Daisy would be scared and I don’t want to put her through that. Will you do it, Case?”

I don’t think Tori is telling me the truth, but what choice do I have? “I’m not sure you should be driving. Let me call Uncle Rod to come over and I’ll take you.”

“Daisy doesn’t know your uncle,” Tori points out. “She knows you. She likes you. Please, just go over there.”

Tori doesn’t wait for an answer. She turns and sways on her feet for a second before she heads towards the garage.

“Yes. Fine, I will. Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” I call after her, worry already filling me with dread. She shouldn’t be driving. Stubborn woman. She only has to go a few miles, but anything could happen.

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