Dirty Sexy Knitting by Christie Ridgway

Author:Christie Ridgway
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

It had been leading to this for months, days, two years. Two years’ worth of stifled and subjugated lust that took only two words to set free, Gabe realized. Rescue me.

Face it. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be finding his scruples and stop this time.

“Cassandra . . .” He said her name not to refuse or warn her, but because he could say it now with all the pent-up desire he’d been trying to deny. With a smile, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“For tonight,” she whispered. “Please give me something else to think about.”

As he’d wanted her to do on the beach a few hours ago. And didn’t he owe her sweet payback for the many times she’d taken him away from his dark moods? For the many occasions she’d rescued him from barrooms and booze and the self-destruction that he couldn’t say still didn’t sound damn tempting so often.

But not now. Not tonight. Cassandra was the temptation now.

His neighbor needed him. The only friend in his fucked-up little world was quivering in his arms and he could smell the faint hint of smoke in her hair. He felt something inside him tremble, too. What if she’d been in the shop tonight?

He leaned back to put a breath of space between them and cupped her face in his hands. Before he could get a word out, her gaze turned fierce. “If you tell me no after the day I’ve had, I’m never going to feed you tofu fritters again.”

He laughed. “Um, sweetheart, listen to yourself. Tofu fritters, not an incentive.”

Her hands came up to tighten on his wrists. “Gabe, please just take me away for a little while.”

He knew what it was to want that so very badly.

He bent down and kissed the pillowed bottom of Cassandra’s lower lip. “Sweetheart . . .”

“Just keep calling me that,” she said, her voice infused with a sexy huskiness. “Just keep kissing me and touching me . . .”

He pressed a tender, prolonged kiss against her mouth, and something tight inside him eased. God knows he’d been a failure before, but Cassandra knew about that now, knew him better than any living person, and with the truth between them, he could focus on something else. Focus on her.

With her, with this, he’d be damned if he provided anything less than success.

“I’ll do my best, Froot Loop,” he promised.

“You know how much I hate when you call me that.” She frowned.

He kissed it off her mouth, then took her hands to draw her toward the bedroom as he walked backward. “C’mon. Sweet and juicy? What’s not to like?”

Her lips curved and he could tell she was trying not to laugh. “Sure. But that means that though it provides an intense sugar rush, you’ll be hungry again soon after.”

They were crossing the threshold to her bedroom, lit by a small lamp at her bedside. He raised his eyebrows and gave her a wicked look. “Exactly.”

She laughed.

He used it as a distraction to release her hands and reach for the hem of her sweater.

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