secret-baby

He set the helmet on the floor beside the door and slung his jacket over the back of one chair. He tilted his head sideways to look at her, one eyebrow raised. ____ not going to ask why. I__ going to make assumptions.

He simply smiled at her with a soft, gentle expression in his eyes that warmed her all over, then he took her jacket from her and held it so she could slide her arms into the sleeves. His knuckles brushed against her bare shoulders, trailing prickles of heat in their wake. __ou look really beautiful, Cass.

Doubt filled her eyes. __hat are we betting for, anyway?__e hadn__ thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.__ kiss._ The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn__ want to take them back. __ne kiss after you come back and see she__ all right.

Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you__e mine.

The man was potent to her system, her very own drug.

For what it__ worth___e rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek_ __ like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he__ got. Not someone out to have a good time.

Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.