Page 13 of A Match Made in Montana

“That was before the kiss. When I touched you.”

Sighing, she dropped the pen and looked at him. “Maybe we should take a break. Try doing this during daylight hours. We’ve had wine, I haven’t dated in a while, you’re attractive and… well, the romances I’ve been reading… Maybe I should try reading some murder mysteries for a while. At least until you’re gone.”

With his eyes on Annie, Craig put the laptop on the coffee table in front of him and slowly got up. “Let me get this straight—you think if we work together during the day and not drink wine, we won’t want to kiss?”

“I should also date more. And not read about beading breasts…” She closed her eyes. “I can’t believe I’ve said that out loud again! You do this to me.” She scowled as she jumped up. “Come on, I’ll see you out.”

He moved toward the door and waited for her. They both reached for the knob, his hand closed around hers. “Tell you what—today is Thursday. I’ll come around Saturday morning. You date and read a murder mystery and we’ll see how it goes. Oh, and don’t drink wine. Meanwhile, I’ll see what I can do about your website. Text me your password. There are a few things I can try before we have new pictures. I’ll also make sure when Riley will arrive so that she could take some photographs…”

He lost his train of thought, his words. Annie’s eyes had dropped to his lips andwould you look at that? His hand slipped around her neck. “Damn it, Annie. Do you have any idea what all the beading is doing to me?” Bringing her close to him, his lips trailed down her face while his hand teased one of her hardened nipples.

“You mean the throbbing? Oh, yeah, I can feel it.” She sighed.

It took him a heartbeat to know what she was referring to. Grinning, he pulled her even closer. “You’re funny, Annie Miller. And so beautiful, I can’t stop staring at you.”

Surprised, she shook her head. “I’m the plain one. Vivian is the one who turns heads.”

His mouth had found the soft spot just below her ear. “What idiot has told you that?”

“The one who called off our wedding weeks before the date.”

He lifted his head. “Is he the reason you’re not dating?”

Staring at him, she chewed on her lower lip. The simple gesture had been all he’d been thinking about over the last couple of months. And now he knew exactly how sweet she tasted. He simply had to taste her again.

“I don’t mind dating. I just don’t want to do the wedding thing again. Being dumped kinda put me off marriage for good.”

His smile grew bigger. “Really? Well, in that case, I may have a proposition for you.”

Warily, she looked up at him. “What kind of proposition?”

“We’ll talk on Saturday. After your date and murder mystery.”

“I don’t think—”

“Don’t”—he chuckled as he lowered his head again—“think. Tonight, we feel.”

With desire clawing at his throat, he captured her lips with his, swallowing her sigh. Within minutes, he was lost in a sea of sensation and feelings, the only voice he could hear, the one egging him on to never stop.

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Annie clung toCraig, trying her best to ignore the pesky little voice shouting hoarsely all sorts of warnings. When he walked out of the door tonight, this would never happen again. Just another minute…

Craig’s restless hands moved up and down her body, lighting little fires on the surface of her skin wherever he touched her. When his hand slipped beneath her dress and stroked her leg, she was ready to burst into flames.

“You have gorgeous legs, have I told you?” he whispered against her mouth.

But she didn’t want to talk. Talking forced her to think and she wasn’t ready to do that yet.

Craig’s hand slowly slid higher up her leg, inch by torturing inch. By the time he was close to her heat, she was just about burning up.

“Craig…” slipped out.

Cussing softly, Craig removed his hand from under her dress and cupped her face. His blue eyes were stormy. “I should go.”

Neither of them moved away. “Yeah, you should.”

“One more kiss?”

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