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Oh...Fudge
“You made me fudge?�
Dammit. He looked pleased by that. He was so going to get the wrong idea. Especially when she told him the whole story. She sighed.
“Yeah. I made it around Christmas. I was going to mail it to you but then� I changed my mind.�
“You were going to send me fudge for Christmas?� he asked, his grin growing. He lifted a hand to her cheek.
“Yes. But then I realized that you’d think it meant I liked you and was thinking about you,� she said with an eye roll.
“Oh, sweetheart,� he said, his voice dropping and that drawl becoming more pronounced. “I know you like me and have been thinking of me.�
He was cocky. A little. Not overly. Not obnoxiously. But enough to be� hot. She did like confident men. “Well, you can not think that the fact that it’s chipotle fudge means anything,� she said.
His grin definitely grew with that. “You made me spicy fudge?�
“Spicy and sweet go together really well.�
He nodded, his grin turning into an almost smirk. “They sure do.�
“But it was just something I wanted to try, and since you eat all that crazy spicy food I thought you were someone I could send it to.�
“But then you realized that I’d think it meant you liked me.�
She blew out a breath. “Yeah.�
“Do you normally make chipotle fudge?�
“N.�
“Hܳ.�
“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?�
“That you like me? Yeah, I’m thinking it.�
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“P.�
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and�
“P!�
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
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“P.�
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and�
“P!�
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
PREORDER NOW!
