Page 67 of Deadly Attraction
The thought made her smile. He was always so flippant, she couldn’t be sure he was telling the truth. “How would you do that? Work those seductive charms of yours, aka snarkiness and irascibility, to woo me over?”
“I’ve never gone after a married woman before, but if it was you, I’d have to. You’re irresistible. I have to have you.”
His erection, now warm and hard against her leg again, confirmed that.
The heat started low in her belly, moved up her chest, her neck. “That may be the nicest compliment anyone’s ever paid me.”
“Good. You deserve it.”
“Merry Christmas,” she said. “Is there anything Santa forgot to bring you this year?”
Catching onto her game, he grinned. “I’m still waiting for you to fulfill my sexy, naked librarian fantasy. And I didn’t get any pie.”
“Pie first. Then I’ll fulfill any fantasy you want.”
He kissed her quick and hard. “Merry fucking Christmas to me. Let’s get that pie.”
He chased her down the stairs, both of them naked, the dogs barking at their heels with glee. Mitch came up behind Emma while she was cutting the pie, his hands running over her hips, down her thighs, around to the inside and back up. She arched back into him, forgetting about the pie as he kissed her neck, massaged her breasts.
When he gently bent her forward, she gripped the edges of the counter and he entered her from behind. She was sore and tight as hell, but it felt good, so damn good, to have him inside her. Holding on tightly to the counter as he stroked her sensitive nub with a thumb, she felt brazen and erotic. He kissed his way down her neck and the vertebra of her back, sending chills over her skin.
A moment later, she cried out her release and felt him tense with his own.
Sagging in his arms, she let him carry her to the half-bath off the mudroom and clean her up. They reheated cups of cold coffee and took the whole pie upstairs to eat in bed.
For the next hour, Mitch fed her apples baked to perfection with just the right amount of cinnamon. He shared a couple of memories of his childhood with his brother Mac, making Emma laugh more than she had in years. While she listened to his stories, she couldn’t help but think about her childhood—completely unremarkable compared to his—and realized how much theydidn’thave in common. They were from two different worlds, then and now, and yet they fit together perfectly.
Emma groaned as she waved off another bite of pie. “I’m stuffed.” She sipped at her coffee, cold once more. “But I think that was best apple pie I made this year.”
“You made it?”
“From the apples in the orchard. The horses love them, and they make a decent pie.”
Mitch leaned across the pie plate between them on the bed and kissed her. “I should marry you just for your cooking skills.”
Marry. The word hung in the air between them for an awkward moment, then Emma shook it off. “You haven’t even seen my porno librarian act yet. You shouldn’t commit to anything until you make sure I pass that test.”
He purposely ogled her breasts. “True. That could make or break it.”
Emma plucked the fork from his hand, dropping it into the empty pie plate and moving the plate aside. “Guess I better get my reading glasses and get to work.”
“Will you put your hair up in a bun too?”
She slunk off the bed, giving him a lascivious look as she headed for the bathroom. “You’ll have to come to my office if you want your book stamped.”
Behind the bathroom door, she blew out a low breath, touched her belly where butterflies churned.
You’re irresistible. I have to have you.
The words tumbled over and over in her brain. He thought she was beautiful. He’d been so out of his mind with lust for her, he’d totally forgotten to wear a condom.
He’d just teasingly mentioned marriage.
After Roland, she had sworn off marriage. It had been a moot point. Yet, she’d fallen for Mitch—there was no denying it—in three short days.
Three days!
Marriage wasn’t even part of the equation. Were either of them even ready for a relationship? Could it work?
