Ready-Made Bride
Page 19
“Mmm.” It was Kane’s only response. He nibbled the tender flesh of her neck, little love bites that coaxed a series of shivers from her. “Mrs. Scheibe came in and ordered a custom-made hope chest for her daughter, and Billy Telman wants me to help him build a workbench and cupboards in his garage.”
She fisted his hair in her hands and gently pulled his head back until he was looking at her. She feigned a pout. “When are you going to find time for me?”
“I always find time for you.” His reply was a low, sexy growl.
She smiled and skimmed the hem of his shirt up and over his head, then reached for the buckle on his jeans. In less than ten seconds they lay in a heap on the floor, leaving him completely, gloriously naked.
“How about a lesson tonight?” she asked. The question had become their code for making love, because those late-night -lessons had inevitably ended up with them in bed discovering other pleasures.
He laughed throatily, then groaned as her fingers played along his belly. “Spelling test tonight?”
She nipped at his chin. “We haven’t had one in a while, have we?” She’d invented an enjoyable, amusing game for Kane to learn to spell-by spelling body parts and having him identify them, then giving him a body part and having him spell it. He’d been a quick learner and a very willing pupil. Three years ago it had been hard work, now it was just plain fun.
“Nope. I’ve missed them.” He shimmied her jeans and panties down her legs and off, then skimmed his palms up her calves to her thigh. Squeezing gently, he spelled it.
“Very good,” she said on a catch of breath. Those hands of his were incredible. He unsnapped her bra, her last article of clothing, and dropped it on the pile on the floor. He palmed the full weight, and her nipples peaked into aching buds.
“Breast,” he murmured, and spelled it, then lowered his mouth to swirl his tongue around the tip.
She moaned, reveling in the exquisite sensations rippling through her. “Very, very good,” she managed to say before she lost the ability to think beyond what he was doing to her.
He kissed her then, deep and wild and drugging. Walking her backward to the bed, he followed her onto the soft comforter, his hard, muscular body pressing into soft, feminine curves. Automatically, she made room for him, waiting for that first thrust that irrevocably made her unravel into a million different pieces.
But instead of taking her, he braced on his elbows on either side of her and gently smoothed wispy strands of hair from her face. Her lashes fluttered open, and she gazed at him curiously.
His eyes turned a smoky green color, brimming with emotion. “I-L-U-V-U,” he spelled.
A crooked smile tipped her mouth. “I think we need to practice that one a bit more,” she whispered.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” He grinned wickedly, leaving no doubt in Megan’s mind that his spelling error was a ploy to steal her heart and soul for the millionth time. “Why don’t I just show you how much I love you…”
Janelle Denison
***
FB2 document info
Document ID: fbd-d52643-1357-9f4c-67b6-7236-e7b2-be1e43
Document version: 1
Document creation date: 10.06.2012
Created using: Fiction Book Designer software
Document authors :
Source URLs :
About
This file was generated by Lord KiRon's FB2EPUB converter version 1.1.5.0.
(This book might contain copyrighted material, author of the converter bears no responsibility for it's usage)
Этот файл создан при помощи конвертера FB2EPUB версии 1.1.5.0 написанного Lord KiRon.
(Эта книга может содержать материал который защищен авторским правом, автор конвертера не несет ответственности за его использование)
http://www.fb2epub.net
https://code.google.com/p/fb2epub/