Susan Connell - Tall, Dark And Temporary

“Okay, Megan,” he said, pinning her in place with those big brown bedroom eyes. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I don’t—I don’t have a problem.”

“I’m sure you don’t, beautiful. I meant with your cappuccino machine.”

“Oh, right. Let me show you,” she said, attempting to sound nonchalant while she untangled her fingers from the apron strings tied around her waist She waited for him to take a step backward before she took a small one forward. Carefully positioning herself in front of the machine, she made certain Nick was behind and to the side of her before she reached for the portafilter and promptly jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. His surprise exhalation both warmed the back of her neck and made her shiver. Wrestling herself into a tight turn, she didn’t stop until she was facing him. “Nick, I’m sorry,” she said, running her fingertips over the spot she’d connected with..

He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “No damage done.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, not wanting to take her hand away from the solid wall of sculpted muscle. “I gave you a good one.”

“Believe me, this body has survived worse.”

Taking a step away from her, he gave her the room she needed to make an uneventful turn back around to the machine. She’d just started breathing a little easier when he came in close again and lowered his head next to hers.

“This is a tricky position,” he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “but if you relax, I can promise you that neither of us will do anything we’ll be sorry for later.”

There was a double entendre in there someplace, but she wasn’t going to dwell on it now. Using her other hand, she closed her fingers around the handle and tugged.

“See? When I do this, it doesn’t budge. The gasket slipped and it’s totally locked up.”

Before she could step aside, he reached around her with both arms, caging her in a parody of an embrace.

“Like this?” he asked, as he began tugging the handle.

“Exactly like that,” she said, closing her eyes as his jarring moves became a masculine force field surrounding her. It would be so easy to melt back against his body and lose herself in the enticing vibrations.

“Nick, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Because being this close to you, I don’t.

“Trust me.”

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