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“I don’t think that’s likely.”
“No?”
“Why burn it? I’d use it for washing my car.”
He nodded, grinning his cocky half grin. “Good idea.”
“Harrison Ford.”
“What? Where?” Erick glanced around the room.
“No, you. I was trying to figure out earlier who you reminded me of. You look like a young Harrison Ford. But with a beard.”
He lowered his head so that their lips were barely an inch apart and whispered two words to her.
“I know.”
4
CLOVER STARTED TO laugh but his kiss put a stop to that nonsense. At first the kiss was gentle, nothing but his mouth moving over hers as he explored her top lip with his lips and her bottom lip with his teeth. She felt ridiculous just lying there with her hands gripping the sheets at her sides, so she forced her fingers to uncurl and placed her hands on his shoulders and back. He had such warm, smooth skin that once she touched him with her bare hands she couldn’t stop. His tongue slipped between her teeth and she slid her palms down his long back and up again. The knots of nervousness that had knit up her entire body since Erick rang her doorbell slowly started to loosen. She should do this more often. Like...every night of her life.
Erick pressed closer to her. She felt his long, hairy legs against her not-quite-as-long and thankfully much-less-hairy ones. She ran her bare foot up the back of his calf as he kissed her along her jawline and all the way down to her neck.
“You feel good,” he said into her ear.
“I do feel good,” she said.
“You feel good to me.”
“I knew what you meant.” She smiled up at him. “Just saying, I’m feeling better.”
“Good.” He smiled down at her. “I want to make you feel good. You look really sexy in my shirt and on your back.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m feeling sexy...ish.”
“Let’s try this.” He gently lifted her head and pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair. She’d meant to do that earlier in the bathroom and had forgotten. He tossed the elastic onto the nightstand and ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp lightly and smoothing her hair down her back.
“Very nice,” he said. “First time I’ve ever seen you with your hair down.”
“I’d hate to get it caught in a wood chipper,” she said.
“I like that you wear it up all the time. Makes seeing it down much more interesting.”
“My hair is interesting?”
“You are interesting,” he said. “Very, very interesting. I’m going to figure you out.”
“Not much to figure out.”
“Oh, there has to be something mysterious here. How could a woman who is so beautiful have no idea how beautiful she is? I’ll think about that tomorrow. Right now I’m thinking about this.”
He kissed her and she opened up for him without hesitation. She loved the way he kissed her. It was sensual, yes. Sensual and warm and slow. But tender, too. She hadn’t expected the tenderness in his kiss. Or maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe she was feeling all the tenderness. He had called her beautiful and sexy and those words were like aloe on a sunburn, instantly taking the sting out of a throbbing wound.
Clover tensed as Erick shifted his body so that he was half on the bed and half on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through the black boxer briefs he wore. She tried to ignore it as he kept kissing her but it was so hard and insistent and right there. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, in her neck, in her throat. She had forgotten how intense kissing could be, how terrifying in the best sort of way. She felt panicky, aroused, excited, eager, but didn’t know how to tell Erick that in words. She let her body do the talking. She carefully moved her thigh, letting it graze against the hardness pressed against her.
“Minx,” he said, and laughed softly. “I was hoping you hadn’t noticed that.”
“Hard not to notice it,” she said against his lips. “Very, very hard...”
