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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Here it is folks!
Marshall reached for his wineglass before sitting back on his stool. For the hundredth time in an hour, his eyes went to the beauty mark on Annie’s face. The reason the small flaw captivated him was because it was so close to temptation, and he suspected a taste of heaven. He had a burning desire to kiss her and find out if her lips were as smooth and soft as they appeared.
More than that, he wanted to taste her, in more ways than one. His cock twitched with the thought of what it would be like to wrap his tongue around hers. Earlier, in the bedroom, it had been a struggle not to throw himself down on her and give in to the situation building between them. She’d looked damn appealing on his water bed, glaring up at him with indignant fire in her eyes.
He was willing to bet the fire in her eyes would intensify when it was replaced with passion. The innocence she eluded wasn’t a ruse, but a thin layer protecting the woman he sensed was hidden beneath the surface. When was the last time he’d met a woman like her?
“That was good, Detective.” Annie’s compliment broke the silence. She pushed her empty plate aside and dropped her napkin over it before reaching for her glass of wine. “Either you’ve never been married, or you’ve been divorced a long time.” She narrowed her eyes at him over her glass.
“Fishing, Doc?” Marshall grinned, pouring more wine into his glass. A tiny smile played upon her lips, making him wonder what she was thinking.
“What now, Detective?” She ran her pinky along the edge of her glass, dipping it slightly into the liquid before bringing it to her mouth.
In spite the sophistication that cloaked Annie, she looked extremely vulnerable at that moment. Her action under normal circumstances would have been a natural prelude to an intimate moment between them—like a kiss. But he knew she wasn’t aware of the alluring quality of her movements. She didn’t seem the type to purposely tease a man using seductive coyness. In fact, she seemed a thousand miles away.
The shower had done her good. She looked refreshed and sexy as hell in faded cut-off jeans that left her shapely, slender legs bare all the way to the tops of her suntanned thighs. A sleeveless top completed her casual look, something thin and airy that tied beneath her breasts, emphasizing their perky shape.
And I’d thought there wasn’t enough there to fill my hands?
A tingle of awareness surged through his blood, warming him more than any wine. The throbbing erection behind his zipper demanded he do something about it.
He hadn’t denied her comments about being horny. Hell, she’d hit the nail right on the head, but she was the one making him that way, turning him inside out. When Michelle had kissed him and pressed her body against his, he’d felt nothing. Not a twinge of the old passion had resurfaced.
All Annie had to do to turn him hard was be in the same room with him, like now. He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew how she was affecting him. If she knew how much he wanted to strip her naked and slide into her welcoming body.
*All the Right Moves was previously released with New Concepts Publishing as an ebook only. To meet print guidelines for The Wild Rose Press 20,000 words were added including several new scenes and a new last chapter.