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Page 57 of Reaching Hearts

Chapter Thirty-Two

Annie

Mark: my new best friend. I want to start a fan club for the fucking guy.

With one arm around my waist, Brendan’s fingers press against the small of my back, drawing me closer. We kiss and I close my eyes, drifting into the dream of him. We kiss long and slow for who knows how many delicious minutes, just enjoying the taste of each other and the tender explorations of our tongues. It feels like home. We belong here.

I’m enjoying everything about him… the rough stubble of his unshaved face. How soft his hair is, between my fingers. How sexy his eyes are with his lids half-mast, closing one second, then gazing at me, the next. He looks at me as I kiss his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and even rise up to kiss his forehead – all along the length in tiny, sweet kisses while his hand massages my lower back.

“Annie.”

I wait, but he stops himself.

So I lean back and look into his dark blue eyes, gazing at the black flecks while my hands fall to rest on his shoulders. “What? Ask me…”

He looks off to the side. Something hard for him to process or to say, so I wait patiently for him to be ready to tell me. His eyes return to me again, troubled. But he doesn’t speak. We sit silently, looking at each other. It feels so good to be this close to him.

I lean in and whisper against his lips, “You know what I’d like to do?”

He slowly shakes his head, and kisses me once.

“I’d like to stay here with you tonight, if that’s okay. I can have them bring in a bed or a cot or something. I don’t want to leave.”

My heart pumps faster, surprised at what’s I’ve said.

But it’s so true. Everything I want is right here.

His eyelashes stutter and he closes his eyes against them, saying in a deep, low voice, “Stay.”

“True Romance or Kill Bill?” I whisper.

Smiling, he looks at me, the frown disappearing quickly. “True Romance.”

“Good choice.”

He chuckles. “You’re… I don’t know. You make me laugh, Annie.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you make me very warm in places other people only wish they could see.”

His eyes dance. “If only they knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That you’re magic.”

My heart explodes and I sit back. “Do you really think that?”

“Yeah. I do.” His eyes change and my body responds to his look. “Freckles... go see if anyone’s coming.” He releases his hold on me. I head to the door, growing excited, before he says, “They haven’t been here in awhile so that two hour check-in is probably coming any minute. We could just wait for…” He glances to the board. “Josephine.”

I stop and glance over, too, and see the scrawled name – Josephine Miller – in blue. Weighing my options and thinking of all potential covert scenarios, I walk back and sit down on the edge of the bed, close to, but not touching him. “Let’s wait for her. I’ll sit right here and you can try to keep your hands off me. Let’s see how you do.”

His eyebrows playfully rise and he gives me a sideways smirk. “You don’t think I have self-control?”

“Let’s see,” I shrug, smiling mischievously, swinging one foot and staring at him.

That sexy bottom lip of his juts out to tell me he’s biting the inside of his mouth. He settles back, but he’s not fooling anyone. His muscles are rock hard and he looks like he’s going to pounce on me. I glance down and see his blanket is tented, his erection giving him away.

His eyes travel slowly and deliberately down my blouse, looking through my clothes, and instantly I feel my body opening for him and growing very, very moist. My blood pounds as his fiery gaze hesitates below the belt of my pants, staying there like he can see through my clothes. His eyes rise and meet mine and at the same exact time, we both look to the door, impatiently.




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