Page 69 of Sweet Talking Man


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Abigail didn’t stop. She just waved her hand.

Moments later, Abigail stood on Leif's porch, breathing hard and wondering if this was a booty call.

Of course not.

They were friends, right? Nothing sexual even had to happen. She just needed someone to talk to... and she wasn't going to think about how before art class she'd slipped into her second-best set of underthings and sprayed her favorite perfume between her breasts.

Good Lord. What healthy, reasonably attractive woman stood on a guy's porch trying to talk herself out of a night with a sexy man? Especially after having admitted how pathetic her sex life had been to her twelve-year-old daughter.

She was probably officially cracking up.

Still, she watched her finger press that doorbell, counting one …two …three …fou-

The door swung open and Leif stood there, looking much the way he had that day over a month ago. Naked chest, lean waist, karate pants, and bare feet.

He looked like sin personified and something inside her let go of all the drama, trauma, and what ever else had plagued her seconds ago. When he smiled at her like that, the world seemed easier. She felt stronger.

"Hey," he said, stepping back.

Abigail walked in, shut the door, and kissed the hell out of him.

"Mmm," he groaned, gathering her against him as he twisted the lock on the door.

Abigail answered with an "mmm-hmm" as she threaded her fingers through his gorgeous, sexy hair and lost herself in Leif.

Deepening the kiss, she reveled in the way his hard body felt against hers. His arms wound tightly around her and he slowed and softened the kiss.

Abigail finally broke the kiss. "Sorry."

"Why? I personally hope that's the way you've decided to always greet me." He smiled, a hot flame of passion still flickering in the depths of his gaze.

Abigail thumped her head against his chest "You just looked so good standing there. I needed... something."

He kissed the top of her head. "Feel free to take what you need. I'm here to please you."

Inside she turned to mush. When had anyone wanted to please her? Not in a long time. A very long time. This was why she needed Leif in her life right now. Because until he opened that door in December and reminded her that she was still a woman, she'd forgotten what it was like to be in- No. Not love. But something.

Leif rubbed her back, making her feel so taken care of. She leaned into him.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Birdie and Cal."

Leif didn't say anything, just watched her.

“My daughter is being difficult and, of course, as soon as I pulled into our drive, I saw Cal's truck. I left and came here. I know I'm avoiding the problems in my life but-"

"Sometimes you have to step away from things that are hard, so you can return to them better prepared. Nothing wrong with needing a break... or coming to me," Leif said, nuzzling her earlobe. "Birdie's going through some hard stuff-dealing with changes in her body, wanting independence, managing her father back in her life. Now, Cal, well, I can get all macho and tough if you need me to."

Abigail shook her head. "No, I don't want you involved. Cal's an ass and thinks he should be able to have what he let go of long ago. He came back because Morgan did to him what he did to me. I guess he didn't get the memo that I'm not a leftover."

"No way are you anyone's leftover,” Leif murmured, making his way down the column of her neck. His mouth felt so good. She leaned back a little, clasping his shoulders so she wouldn't fall.

''That feels so good."

He nodded against her. “Yeah, and you taste good."

Abigail literally felt her knees go weak. This man made her want to forget all she'd been so she could be everything he wanted.

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