Close to You

of her neck.
“You’re cruel, prancing back and forth in front of me like I don’t
know what you have on under that dress,” he breathed into her ear.
“I think you and Olivia are in cahoots.”
    The raspy need in his voice made her
shiver. Her nipples tightened painfully. “I don’t know what you
mean.”
    “ Baby, you don’t want to be
taunting me now.”
    She could feel him behind her, hard
and getting harder by the second. “You’re insatiable. Didn’t you
get enough this morning?”
    He tightened his arm around her. “I’ll
never get enough of you.”
    She turned around and pressed a quick,
hard kiss to his mouth. “I love you so much.”
    “ I love you,
too.”
    She didn’t think she’d ever get tired
of hearing him say that. The words sounded so fervent and full of
meaning coming from him.
    And he said them often. Morning, noon,
and night. She moved in with him right after Daniela’s event. He
wanted to marry her right away, but they decided to wait until the
fall—when both their workloads tapered off.
    She couldn’t wait till he saw the
lingerie Olivia gave her for their wedding night. Good thing he had
a strong heart.
    Margaret had also given them a wedding
gift: two weeks in Tuscany, where she and Grant were currently
traveling. Eve reserved judgment on her future mother-in-law, but
she had to admit the woman was trying hard to make
amends.
    Treat pulled her closer. His hand
rested on the small of her back, his fingers tracing the seam of
her panties over her dress. “You sure you can’t take a break? We
can go into the kitchen.”
    She laughed and pushed him back. “We
used all the condoms we had stashed in there the last
time.”
    “ Damn.” He kissed her, one
of the slow drugging kisses she especially liked. They made her
feel like she was his favorite dessert. “Maybe we can
improvise.”
    She flushed. He was a
master at improvisation. And she was wearing a dress...
    His hand tangled in her hair, tugging
her head back. “When you look at me like that, I can’t control
myself.” He rubbed his groin against her.
    “ Careful.” She grinned up
into his eyes. “Any closer to me and we’ll be arrested for public
indecency.”
    “ I live to be close to
you.”
    She sighed. Life couldn’t get
sweeter.
     
     

More Laurel Heights Books
by Kate
     
    From Perfect for You (Laurel Heights
#1)...
     
    Graphic designer looking
for hot sex.
     
    Freya Godwin shook her head and
crossed out the sentence. Too blatant. That may be what she was
looking for, but maybe she should be a touch more subtle. She
didn't want every freak in San Francisco to respond to her
ad.
    Doodling faceless lovers entwined in
different passionate embraces, she thought about what she really
wanted. Finally she scribbled:
     
    Female web designer
seeking inspiration in order to complete a very important project.
Bring your muse to share.
     
    Lame. Accurate, sure, but it sounded
desperate.
    Who was she kidding? She was totally
desperate.
    Her office door slammed open.
Flinching, she looked up to find Charles scowling in the
threshold.
    Hell. She quickly flipped the notebook
shut. If he knew she was spending her valuable time working on a
personal ad instead of the Sin City redesign, he'd blow a
gasket.
    "What the hell is this?" He waved
sheets of paper in the air.
    Maybe he'd blow a gasket anyway. "I
can't see the pages with you flapping them around like
that."
    He strode into her office and slammed
them on her desk. "Here."
    Freya glanced down and mentally
winced. The design was even more white bread than she remembered.
She didn't need Charles to tell her that Sin City wasn't shelling
out the big bucks for white bread—they were paying for buttery
French pastry.
    "Well? What the hell is this
crap?"
    It was the last throes of a web
designer who hadn't felt an iota of creativity in over a year. But
she just shrugged. "They're some initial ideas I had. They're not
the final mock ups to show the client."
    "Damn right, they aren't. If they saw
this"—he stabbed a blunt finger at the printouts—"they'd run out of
the building in horror. This is crap."
    "Tell me what you really think,
Charles."
    Ignoring her, he braced his hands on
the desk and leaned forward. "Do you understand what a coup it was
for them to choose Evolve to redesign their website and revamp
their branding?"
    Yeah, she did. Evolve was well
regarded in San Francisco's competitive web design field, but to
call Sin City hiring Evolve a coup was