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“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, sucking in a breath.
He nodded. “I agree.”
A smile curved her sweet lips. “Then we definitely shouldn’t do it again,” she muttered, pulling his mouth back down on hers.
This kiss morphed from exploring to crazy and more demanding, with their hands all over each other. His thumb was under her sweatshirt, stroking the smooth, hot skin of her trembling belly, while she had a hand under his shirt, palming his chest, before grazing his ribs, abs, then slowly stroking south…when his phone rang.
Shit.
He released her and drew back, sucking in air as he pulled out his cell.
It was his mother.
“Everything okay?” he asked, hoping she didn’t detect his lack of air.
“Yeah, and I hate to bother you on your day off,” she said, sounding disgusted. “But the stupid mower won’t work, and you told me to call if that ever happened.”
“No problem, Mom. I’ll be right there,” he said, before hanging up. Last thing he needed was her trying to tinker with it. He met Elle’s gaze. “Got to fix her mower.”
Elle smiled as she still worked to catch her breath. “You’ve certainly got mine revved.”
He choked out a laugh, and her gaze focused on his mouth.
Jeremy could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were of the same mind. Completely off his damn rocker, he kissed her again, another wild, tongues tangling, out-of-this-world kiss that left him jarred and her apparently at a loss for words as they tore apart for air and waited for the axis to right itself.
Didn’t happen.
She was breathing hard, and he stared at her mouth now, still wet from his, and just barely managed not to drag her close again. It took a hell of a lot more control than he thought possible. While he was on a roll, he nodded to her, then forced himself to climb back into his Jeep and drive away from a very good but bad idea.
Chapter Eight
Later the next day, Elle was glad she’d decided to pretend yesterday’s heated kisses never happened, because as the day wore on, Jeremy became much more relaxed, to the point where his mouth wasn’t pulled into his usual tight line.
When he picked her up that morning, she’d been ready and rushed out before he even got a foot out of his vehicle door. Last thing she needed was to meet him on her porch again. No. His Jeep was neutral ground. Her porch, not so much.
It was a reminder of her weakness. A reminder of the promise of world-rocking sex. A reminder of how close she’d been to succumbing to her need for the hot guy.
Lordy, when he’d shoved his knee between her legs while nipping at her neck in her favorite spot, Elle had nearly lost it. As it was, she’d gone a bit wild…and so had he.
Of course, it hadn’t helped that she’d gotten an eyeful of his exemplary naked torso only a few hours earlier.
Even though both he and Nico had been shirtless, it was Jeremy’s muscles and ridges that captured her attention. He wasn’t as broad or pumped as his buddy, but damn, he was fine…perfect. His trim yet well-defined muscles and an extra helping of ridges had literally made her mouth water.
And her hands and lips were eager to explore.
It was a freaking miracle she’d been able to carry out her yoga positions without pulling something, or worse, falling on her ass in front of the guy.
She thought she’d avoided trouble when he jogged away, until her car had decided yesterday was a great time to act up, right before he appeared. All of it had equaled a perfect storm that led to several scorching embraces.
Thank God his mother had interrupted with a phone call, because Elle knew in her heart, she would’ve invited him inside the cabin, and he would’ve accepted…and taken her out of herself.
Not that she was opposed to that. She really wasn’t. In fact, thanks to his inspiring touch, she’d written a hell of a hot sex scene last night, effectively ending her writer’s block…and starting trouble.
If they weren’t careful, one of these days—or nights—they were going to come together and burn hotter than the sun. Their chemistry was off the charts, and after having sampled a decadent taste of what could be, she had the feeling it was just a matter of time before they both fell off the well-behaved wagon.
But not yet. Especially not today. One look at his stiff posture and tight profile that morning, had confirmed to Elle that her plan to ignore theirmoment of weaknesson her porch was the correct one.
As for in the future? She was okay with exploring their chemistry. It was obvious that Jeremy wasn’t looking for permanent. Someone to share his bed on occasion, maybe. Someone to work off adrenaline with, definitely. The signs were there. She hadn’t misread them, and most importantly, Elle knew, with his attitude, she could keep her heart out of the equation.
