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Sinking into his embrace, she met the thrust of his tongue. His arms gathered her closer
and her arms slid around his neck. Heat poured into her lower belly, churning with instant
need for completion. As his hands smoothed over her back, Ian released Pam from the
kiss.
“God, you’re fantastic.” Ian’s words were husky with desire, flavored by a man’s
urgent need to possess.
They both breathed a bit harder, and Pam knew she must process what happened.
She stepped out of his arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Pleasure filled his eyes. “Yeah. I want to see you tomorrow, too.
Chapter Four
Ian opened his fridge and stared inside, then just as quickly closed it. He shouldn’t
feel this jumpy. Last evening’s dinner with Pam had shaken his sense of control and
reality, and tonight he wanted that control back. Work today had progressed in a blur
because he’d spent way too much time thinking of Pam’s silvery hair flowing over her
shoulders and the ocean-depth mysteries in her eyes.
God, what would she look like with that pretty hair flowing over her naked
shoulders?
The doorbell rang and he jerked.
She’s here.
Anticipation ached and ran straight to his groin. He grimaced and willed his Johnson
into submission. Right, sport. The devil on the other shoulder recalled his fight last night
to keep his libido in check. While they’d talked about serious subjects, he’d soaked in her
warm scent and the wonderful sense of homecoming she gave him.
Homecoming.
How could a woman do that to him so quickly? Even his wife hadn’t attracted him
this fast.
He strode to the door and opened it. Pam stood there dressed in a dark, long wool
coat to ease the cold. “Hey.”
“Hey. Come in.” He stood back to let her inside.
She glanced around as he took off her coat. “This is…cozy.”
He grinned. “Rustic you mean. I know. I’m renovating it. It’s Craftsman style.”
“I love it. You’ve done a lot to it already.”
He hung her coat in a hall closet. “It’s taking me a long time. I’ve been working on it
for a year.”
After he offered her hot tea, they settled on his sectional couch. She crossed her
legs—the slim black pants hugging her butt and thighs, then flaring out at the bottom. A
dark green sweater molded her curves, especially her full breasts. Under the firelight she
seemed to glisten, to shimmer like a precious, pale gem.
“You’re staring.” Her voice broke his trance. A blush stained her cheekbones.
“Sorry.” He smiled, a bit chagrinned he’d been so damned obvious.
“You’re…beautiful.”
Her returning smile and laugh sounded like music—too good to be true. “You’re
sorry you think I’m beautiful?”
The microwave dinged as it announced hot tea was ready. He went to retrieve her
drink. “No. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. But I was staring because you’re pretty.”
As he returned to the couch and handed her tea, Pam’s color stayed high. He sat
down beside her and realized the fire and soft jazz music must look like a seduction
scene.
Maybe it is.
“Mmm.” She held the mug between both hands, then placed it on a coaster on the
coffee table. “Hot, good tea.”
“Earl Grey.”
She dipped the teabag up and down. “Thanks for leaving the teabag in here. I like it
very strong.”
The almost purring quality of her voice shot arousal through his groin.
Maintain man. She didn’t come here so you could get in her pants.
“So, why did you ask me here?” she asked.
“Because we still aren’t finished talking.”
“You like to take things slow, don’t you?”
Oh, yeah. Hot and slow.
“What things?” he asked.
“Conversation.”
He nodded. Revealing things at a snail’s pace always seemed normal to him, until
last night when they’d had dinner with his friends. “I feel like dinner the other night and
then last night at my friend’s house was only the tip of the iceberg. There’s more I don’t
know about you.”
“Of course.”
She shook her head, and that glorious mane of shimmering hair caught his attention
once more. He desperately wanted to bury his face in it and catch more of her clean scent.
An exotic flavor he couldn’t name, but that drove him insane.
“Tell me more about your…relationship with your brother,” he said.
He half expected her to hesitate, but she didn’t.
“I wasn’t close to Edward at the time he died. He and I…well, you heard the things
he said to me when we were in the house, and he pointed that gun at me.”
“I didn’t hear the words until later. All I saw was Edward pointing the rifle at you.”
He recalled the picture window on her mother’s house, the home where both Edward
and Pam had grown up. From his sniper position, he’d easily seen Edward’s stance. The
sniper rifle scope had given him a view of Pam’s precarious position.
“My wife’s death ran through my head that day.” He spoke the words, a confession
that Pam’s presence required.
“Why?” She shook her head. “Don’t answer that. Stupid question.”
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