Chapter 11-1
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Chapter 11
Perrin had stepped out onto the sidewalk and was locking up the shop for the day when Bill pulled up in his car. He climbed out, even though she was clearly ready to go.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate.
He swept her up into his arms, drove her back against the door hard enough to knock some of the wind out of her, and kissed her as if they’d been apart for years rather than hours. She locked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss just as ardently.
She let herself become wholly lost in the taste, feel, smell of him. His body responded and, when he went to pull back, she partly wrapped a leg around him to pull him even closer, wishing she’d thought to wear slacks rather than a dress so that she could really get some leverage. Then he leaned into her shamelessly.
Bill was starting to slide a hand under her sweater, and she was on the verge of letting him, when some teenagers in a passing car honked their horn and shouted out encouragement. He pulled back abruptly.
“Uh,” he tried to help her straighten her clothes. “Hi.”
She leaned in and gave him the gentlest kiss. He really was decent, even when l**t was raging through him, he was decent. He was so damn cute.
“Hi, yourself. If you’re going to greet me that way every time we meet, you have a winner plan on your hands, Mr. Cullen. Though I don’t know what your kids will think.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “Can we, for a single night, pretend that I’m just a normal l**t-filled guy who doesn’t have two kids?”
“I can. Can you?”
“Probably not. But it’s worth a try. For starters, you did say something about a request to be ravaged on a clothing design table. I happen to know that there’s one not far from here.” He eyed the darkened shop behind her suggestively.
Perrin almost wilted as he cupped his hands behind her and pulled her hips against his once more.
“If you keep doing that, you just might convince me to actually do something that crazy. Though we’d be late for dinner. And we can’t do that.”
“Dinner. Forget dinner. Order out. Much sex.” He sounded like a caveman. A deliciously handsome, well-built, wonderful caveman. Maybe she should clothe him in furs, she did have a partial bolt of faux leopard in the shop.
Perrin kissed him again, locking her arms behind his head and pulling in so hard that her lips hurt before she let him go. He shifted down to nuzzle her neck.
“No. Later. I promise. After dinner.” She managed between desperate breaths totally failing at sounding like a lusty cavewoman.
He groaned without raising his head, “You drive a hard bargain, lady.”
“Bill.”
He slowly lifted his head until he looked at her from a breath away. She kissed him lightly.
“At dinner, you’ll meet the most important people in my world. Once you know them, then you’ll know me a lot better too. I’m hoping it will let you better judge whether we can still risk being together, you know, what with the kids I’m not supposed to mention and all. Because I’m way past being rational about you.”
“Says the woman being all practical.” His kiss, so soft, so thorough, actually made her moan. It wasn’t something she ever did unintentionally, but Bill drove it from her body. She’d have slid to the ground, if the door weren’t against her back and his hands on her waist, because her knees were totally gone.
“After dinner, do we still get to have s*x?” His voice was rough with need.
“Oh god, yes!” The need vibrated through her just as it did through him. Even a night of meaningless s*x with Bill Cullen would be worth almost any price.
But what if it were meaningful s*x?
Perrin set that question aside carefully for the moment, and nudged him gently toward his car.
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