Page 95 of Mine For The Winter

“It’s not your job here,” he said softly, brushing his lips against hers. “Here you don’t have to think.”

“I’m thinking I need to get into my car before my kid finds out I’ve spent the night with his new bestie,” she muttered.

Kris’s lips curled. “Your dad won’t tell him. And nor will we. I get it, you need to protect him.”

Her breath caught. “He’s the most important thing in my life.”

“And he should be. But you’re important, too. Do you regret coming here?” he asked, his hands still cupping her face.

“No.”

“Do you regret what we did?”

She exhaled softly. “No, I don’t.”

“Good. Because neither do I.” He kissed her again, more deeply this time. And damn this man knew how to kiss. Her legs were like jelly as he slid his hands down her back, his tongue sliding against hers until those thoughts in her head disappeared.

“Let’s make a deal,” he murmured when the need to breathe overrode the need to kiss.

“What kind of deal?”

“When you’re here you don’t have to think. You leave it all outside the door. This is the one place you can be Kelly and nothing else.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Don’t you get sick of having to think all the time?” he asked her. “It looks like hard work.”

She smiled because he was teasing her. “Of course I do.”

“Then let me take the worries off you. Just for a few hours whenever you’re here. Leave them behind.”

Damn that sounded enticing. She’d been mom and daughter and boss for so long she wasn’t quite sure who she was without those titles. “It wouldn’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Because my brain is a bitch,” she said and he chuckled.

“How about if I tamed your bitch of a brain,” he murmured, kissing the side of her mouth. His breath was soft against her skin and it made every part of her feel needy. “If I demanded that every time you came in here you forgot about everything but this?” He kissed her jaw, her neck, then pushed her sweater up to kiss the swell of her breasts. Then his lips closed around her nipple, sucking her through the lace of her bra.

She let out an achy sigh and she could feel him smiling against her taut skin.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice gritty.

“That you’re going to kill me.”

He looked up at her, his gaze warm. “Anything else.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Good.” He winked. “But now you have to go home.”

“What?” Her mouth dropped open. “But you…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll do this soon.” He pulled her sweater down, still grinning. “And when we do, I’m going to make you forget your own name.”

“You’re an asshole.” She wrinkled her nose at him, because her body was still buzzing.

“Yeah. And you’re beautiful. Now go home and shower. I’ll call you later.”

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