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The Art of Running in Heels by Rachel Gibson
Helen hated her. She made it as far as the door before Steve caught up with her. I have a headache. Even after a hot soak, she could be in bed by ten.
Helen had to be lying. Not in front of Tommy. For the first time, real fear settled like a bubble in her chest, but she tried to ignore it. His dark silhouette leaned against the back fender, his familiar posture relaxed.
The headlights of her Miata cut across his leather jacket as he pushed himself away from the four-wheel drive. Not that Nick had offered, of course.
I heard your conversation with Helen tonight. Her breath hung in front of her face as she quickly unlocked her door. Nick followed, unzipping his jacket and filling the small space with his size and presence.
He set her groceries on the counter. His txapel made him look like an exotic Basque freedom fighter. His eyes widened a fraction, then his gaze swept her from hair to stilettoes. It had taken a hooker outfit to do it. But in the end she blew it and moved the boa to cover her cleavage pressed against the satin bustier. You might learn something good.
I thought you came up here to look at the note Helen left me.
Cool leather pressed into her hand. Try to concentrate.
Nick raised the beer to his lips, and his gray eyes watched her over the top of the bottle as he took a drink. He immediately lowered the beer and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. But I have a Coke in that bag.
Have you given a bad haircut lately? And second, what do you think, that some infuriated psycho is running around leaving me notes because I trimmed her bangs too short or over processed a perm? His strong fingers sent tingling pinpricks up the inside of her arm, and she tried to pull away.
He let her go only to grab her boa in both his hands and tug her closer. Her nose bumped his, and she felt herself sucked into his smoky gaze.
I bet you say that to all your women of the night. You know we can never be together.
He had a hand on the back of her head, the other on the outside of her thigh, caressing her through black hose. His slick tongue stroked hers, urging a hotter, more passionate response, and she gave him a kiss that sent a shudder of raw lust through them. She slid her hands up the sides of his neck and worked the rubber band from his ponytail.
The beret fell from his head as she combed her fingers through his cool, fine hair. She felt his fingers drift up her garter to the edge of her skirt, drawing a line of fire that heated the insides of her thighs and flamed the hunger deep in her abdomen.
Then his fingers dipped beneath the black lace and elastic and he grasped her bare flesh. He was hard and smooth, his skin hot and slightly damp.
Beneath her bottom, his thick erection pressed into her and she squirmed deeper into his lap. His fingers bit into her thigh, and she felt his deep groan beneath her palm. He moved one hand to her waist, and his strong fingers squeezed her through the thin satin. A moan stuck in the top of her chest as his palm slipped upward, over her breast, to her throat. His knuckles brushed her collarbone and across the edge of her bustier.
Then he slid his sensual mouth to her throat and his hand inside the tight satin top. He cupped her bare breast, and Delaney arched, pressing her hard nipple into his hot, hot palm. Her hands moved to his shoulder, and she grasped the soft fabric of his shirt in tight fists.
He brushed his lips across the pink tip of her breast, then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue hot and wet and relentless. His big warm hand slipped between her thighs and he pressed his palm into her sensitive flesh.
Through her damp cotton panties, his fingers felt her, and she squeezed her legs together, locking his hand in her crotch. Delaney eyes closed and his name escaped her lips, part moan, part sigh. It was the sound of need and desire. She wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to feel his naked body pressed to her. She had nothing to lose but self-respect. What was a little self-respect compared to a quality orgasm?
Her mother looked good in everything. She always had. Delaney returned her gaze to the spray of yellow roses on Henry's casket.
Truly Madly Yours
The bright June sun shot sparks off the polished mahogany and shiny brass hardware. She reached inside the pocket of the mint green suit she'd borrowed from her mother and found her sunglasses. Sliding the tortoiseshell frame onto her face, she hid from the sun's stabbing rays and the curious glances of the people around her.
She straightened her shoulders and took several long deep breaths. She hadn't been home for ten years. She'd always meant to come back and make her peace with Henry. Now it was too late. A light breeze tossed red and gold streaked curls about her face, and she pushed her chin-length hair behind her ears.
She should have tried. She shouldn't have stayed away for so long. She shouldn't have allowed so many years to pass, but she'd never thought he'd die. Not Henry. The last time she'd seen him, they'd said some horrible things to each other.
His anger had been so fierce, she could still remember it clearly. A sound like the wrath of God rolled in the distance, and Delaney raised her gaze to the heavens, half expecting to see thunder and lightning bolts, certain the arrival of a man like Henry had created turbulence in paradise.
The sky remained a clear blue, but the rumbling continued, drawing her attention to the iron gates of the cemetery. Straddling gleaming black lacquer and shimmering chrome, windblown hair tousled about broad shoulders, a lone biker bore down on the crowd gathered to bid their farewells.
The monster engine vibrated the ground and shook the air, the act of committal suffocated by a set of bad-dog pipes. Dressed in faded jeans and a soft white T-shirt, the biker slowed and brought the Harley to a rumbling stop in front of the gray hearse. The engine died, and his boot heel scraped the asphalt as he laid the bike on its kickstand.He brushed his lips across the pink tip of her breast, then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue hot and wet and relentless.
They both grew up in the town of Truly, Idaho. Mar 21, Michelle [Helen Geek] rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Her mother looked good in everything. Rachel Gibson Recommendations. She could feel his gaze on the back of her head, feel the air between them charged with tension.
I am not Rachel Gibson the psychic. Community Reviews. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. He pulled her against his chest and dipped her so low her ponytail brushed the ground.
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