Just One Kiss
Page 28Lillie tilted her head. “You’re right. They’d all say or do something different.”
“And you can predict their behavior based on what they’ve done in the past. You have the friend who is always late and the one who always does her homework.”
“I get it.” She drew in a breath. “So you’re saying my dad left because he would always leave?”
“Uh-huh. He didn’t leave because of you. It’s what he was going to do.”
“That makes sense but I still feel bad about it.”
“I know,” he told her. “I feel bad, too. He’s missing out on a pretty great kid.”
She gave him a slow smile. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not. I’m telling the truth. I’m glad I got to know you, Lillie.”
“Me, too.”
She leaned in and hugged him. Her arms tightened around him, sending fiery pain ripping through his midsection, but he didn’t say a word. Instead he hugged her back and welcomed the feel of her affection and trust.
Ten minutes later she’d run off to get ready for her dinner out. Shortly after that, Patience arrived home.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said as she hurried into the living room. “We’re so busy at the store and I got to talking.” She stopped and stared at him. “You’re downstairs.”
“I noticed that.”
“Should you be? Are you pushing things?”
“I climbed down slowly. It’s time for me to be up and around.”
She didn’t look convinced. “There’s a big difference between up and around and being stupid. You’re not crossing the line, are you?”
He chuckled. “No, I’m not.”
She and Lillie had similar eyes. Not just in the warm brown color but also in the shape. They could both look so damned earnest.
“Because you were just shot.”
“I know. I was there.” He patted the sofa. “Come tell me about your day. How’s the store?”
“Busy. Fun. We’re getting into tourist season, which I’ve never paid much attention to before. While we’d get the occasional out-of-town appointment at the salon, we never catered to tourists. Pia was by today to drop off maps and festival schedules.” Patience settled next to him.
“I’m worried about her,” she continued.
“Pia?” He wasn’t sure he’d met the woman in question.
“Yes. She had a kind of mini-meltdown a few weeks ago and now seems really scattered. She brought in the maps and schedules, then came back an hour later to deliver them again. When she saw she’d already put them out, she just stood there, staring at the display. It was weird.”
“Does she have family?”
“Uh-huh. She’s married with three kids.”
“If you’re still concerned in a few days, you should talk to her husband.”
“Maybe I’ll go see one of her friends instead. Charity Golden is the city planner and she and Pia are tight.” She shook her head. “Sorry. You didn’t want to hear all that.”
“I don’t mind.”
“That’s good news.”
“It is. My mom’s handling the interviews. There are more people interested in starting their day at five-thirty in the morning than I would have thought. There’s been talk about starting a support group for those of us dealing with a new business. Isabel’s store isn’t new, but she doesn’t have much retail experience. And Noelle is opening her Christmas store in a couple of weeks. Have you met her?”
“No.”
“She’s really nice.”
Patience kept talking, but he wasn’t listening. Not to her words, anyway. He liked the sound of her voice, how she used her hands when she talked. Her eyes mirrored her emotions. From what he could tell, she was lousy at faking what she felt.
She would never make it in his business, never be one of those who could blend in, pretending for the sake of the mission. What was that old expression? She wore her heart on her sleeve.
She was tender and sweet and he wanted to get lost inside her, even if it was only for a couple of hours. Just being close to her made him more content.
“...open in August.” She paused expectantly.
“Will it be a festival weekend?” he asked, having listened enough to know they were still talking about Noelle’s store.
“I didn’t think to check that. I should mention that to her. What a great idea.” She rewarded him with a smile bright enough to power Fool’s Gold for a week.
A loud crash came from upstairs.
“You okay?” Patience yelled.
“I’m fine, Mom. But a drawer came out of my dresser.”
“Because she pulls them open with great enthusiasm,” Patience said with a laugh as she rose. “I need to check on her.”
“No problem.”
“Be thinking about what you want to do about dinner. If you’re feeling strong enough, we’ll eat down here. Otherwise, we’ll have a very delicious meal in her room.”
“The kitchen is fine,” he said, knowing if they went upstairs, it wouldn’t be for a meal. Because he’d reached the point where it was impossible for him to be around Patience and not want her. A dilemma he had yet to solve.
“Probably for the best,” she said as she headed for the stairs. “I think my mom started soup in the Crock-Pot. That could get very messy on a tray.”
* * *
IT TOOK NEARLY an hour for Patience to get Lillie dressed and her hair curled, then to see her daughter and her mother out the door. When they’d driven away, she hurried back to the living room.
“I’m sorry,” she said, coming to a stop in front of Justice. “You must be starving. The soup is all ready. I just have to heat some biscuits and serve the salad and we’ll be good to go.”
He stood slowly, his dark gaze never leaving her face. “Dinner can wait.”
“But it’s nearly six. Did you have a late lunch? Are you—”
He stepped around the coffee table and moved toward her. When he was close, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his mouth to hers.
His lips claimed her with a sensual tenderness that left her equally weak and aroused. He put his hands on her waist and drew her against him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured, desperate to cling to him but mindful that he was still healing. “You were shot.”“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true. You lost blood and passed out.”
“You weren’t tired.” She put her fingers on his shoulders and stared into his eyes. “Are you sure we can do this?”
Not that she wasn’t interested, because she was. A single kiss and a little close proximity was plenty. Even as she stood there looking calm and concerned on the outside, on the inside she was already tingling.
Her skin was tight and hot. Her br**sts ached and she felt pressure low in her belly. Classic arousal, she thought. Figures that Justice would be the one guy who could turn her on without even trying.
He moved one of his hands from her chin to the back of her head. He slipped his fingers through her hair and held her in place, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to her cheek, then her chin, then her jaw. The light, feathery touches were punctuated by soft words.
“I would very much like to try,” he whispered. “If you don’t mind being on top.”
His lips moved against hers. She drew back slightly.
“On top, huh?”
“If you don’t mind.”
She’d never been one to be aggressive sexually and was a bit nervous about taking control, but this was Justice. She could trust him. Just as important, she wanted him. Needed him.
His dark gaze was steady as she took his hand and led him toward the stairs.
They made their way to the second floor. Last time their lovemaking had been about rushed passion and heat. This time the desire still threatened to suck all the air from the room, but she was more conscious, more deliberate.
She took him into her bedroom and closed the door behind them. Light still spilled in from outside. She closed the curtains, then returned to stand in front of him. She carefully unbuttoned the front of his shirt, then slid it off his shoulders.
His gunshot wounds were still bandaged, the white gauze and tape a contrast to his tanned skin.
“You were really hurt,” she murmured. “I have my doubts about this.”
“I don’t.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his groin. He was already hard.
She looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes.
“I want you, Patience. I always have.”
“How am I supposed to resist that?” she asked, then raised herself on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.
As their mouths moved together, she ran her hands up and down his arms. He shifted closer and pulled her against him. She parted for him and he eased his tongue into her mouth.
At the first stroke, she felt her blood heat. Liquid desire poured through her, making her weak and causing her to tremble. She needed him. She wanted to be na**d in front of him, vulnerable. She wanted to give all she had, to connect with him.
She stepped back far enough to reach for his belt and then unfasten his jeans. One eyebrow rose.
“Taking charge?” he asked.
“You have a problem with that?”
“Not at all.”
He stepped out of his shoes, then bent down and pulled off his socks. She undid the zipper and pushed the fabric down. His briefs went with his jeans and he stepped out of his clothes.
He was na**d before her. Aroused, masculine, his erection jutting toward her. She took him in her hand and rubbed the length of him. His blue eyes closed to slits as his breath came out in a hiss.
She tugged off her T-shirt, then kicked off her own shoes. The rest of her clothes followed until she was as na**d as he. She gave him a little push toward the bed.
“Maybe you’d like to assume the position.”
“I hope so.”
He stretched out on the mattress, leaving enough room for her to slide in next to him. When he would have raised himself up on one elbow, she gently but inexorably pushed him onto his back.
“You can’t strain anything,” she told him. “You’re still in recovery.” She couldn’t help smiling. “I get to do what I want.”
“Are you taunting or bragging?”
“Both.”
She sat up and surveyed the situation, trying to decide what to do first. With a very na**d Justice in her bed, the options were all tempting.
She rolled over to her hands and knees, then bent down to kiss him. He parted for her, his tongue ready to dance with hers. At the same time he reached up between them and cupped her br**sts in his hands. After settling her curves into the palms of his hands, he used his forefingers and thumbs to tease her nipples.
Need flowed from her br**sts to that place between her legs. The ache of arousal made her moan low in her throat. She kissed him deeper. Her hair tumbled down, brushing against his face and shoulders.
He shifted one of his hands from her breast to the inside of her thigh. He moved that hand upward until his fingers reached for her swollen center and began to explore.
He found the very heart of her but then moved on. He slipped a single finger deep into her before withdrawing it. He moved down the other inner thigh before sliding it up slowly, so slowly.
She raised her head and waited.
“Patience?”
She opened her eyes and found him watching her. Before she could figure out what he wanted, he moved his fingers into place, circling against her center, making her gasp with pleasure.
He gave her a slow smile. “That’s almost the best part. Watching you enjoy what I’m doing.”
“It works for me, too,” she whispered, finding it difficult to speak when all she wanted to do was focus on his touch.
He moved with a certainty that allowed her to give herself over to the sensations he created. The steady rhythm of his fingers against her cl*tsent heat spiraling through her. She rocked back and forth, moving in time with him, pressing down a little and finding it more difficult to catch her breath.
Wanting grew as she strained for her release. She bent down and kissed him, her tongue tangling with his. He slipped two fingers inside her and pressed up, slid out and repeated the motion. On his second thrust, she lost herself in her cl**ax, her body shuddering. Muscles tensed and relaxed, her eyes sank closed.
When she’d finished, she drew back and saw him smiling.
“Good for me,” he told her.
“You should feel it from this side.”
She stretched out to open her nightstand drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. They were freshly purchased, which had given her a bit of embarrassment, but she’d been determined to act like a grown-up and take responsibility for protection.
He arched an eyebrow. “I see I don’t have to send you back to my room.”
“No, you don’t.”
She handed him the protection and he slipped it on; then he guided her as she straddled him. She slowly, oh, so slowly, eased herself over his erection, then sank down.
He filled her completely. She moaned softly as newly excited nerves vibrated through her body. His breath caught and he swore softly. She braced herself on her hands, he placed his fingers on her br**sts and then she began to move.