Kidnapped at the Gun Show [Ransomed Hearts] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page B

mouth, a mouth made to fit his.
    “I believe I saw a king-sized bed inside. I wonder how resilient it is.”

Chapter 3
     
    Feeling about ten pounds lighter, Sara popped off the bench and headed for the door. He loved her. After months and months of self-doubt and sadness, she felt like a feather floating on a breeze. And the feather was about to get flattened if she didn’t hurry. She could hear Kale’s footfalls as he followed her inside. She sprinted to the bedroom and skidded to a halt.
    The bed was turned down, and a large box of condoms was conveniently opened and waiting on the bedside table.
    “Sure of yourself?” she asked, facing him. The slow grin was contagious, but she didn’t want to go there. This scene smacked of a setup. “Looks like you had big plans to get me in bed.”
    “Can’t blame a man for being prepared, baby.”
    And he didn’t look a bit contrite.
    “This is why you carried me out of that gun show. You wanted to screw me one more time before you ran off again.”
    “No, Sara. Keeping you close is all I plan to do.”
    The walls were closing in on her, and so was her throat. She hadn’t seen or heard from him in three years, and she’d just offered to let him into her body. Smooth-talking bastard.
    But the things he’d said about Kathy made sense, in a weird, psycho way, and when she added what she already knew, it was reasonable to accept his apology for leaving her.
    Damn it. Changing the way she thought about Kale was going to take some time. Should she really let him seduce her into bed? Her body was shouting, “Yes! Yes!” while her brain, the sensible part of her, was putting on the brakes.
    Stupid brain.
    She backed up until a wall supported her. “I don’t know what to do, Kale.”
    To his credit, she didn’t see him nudging her toward the bed. If anything, he was as frozen as she was.
    “What do you want to do, Sara?” His tone calmed her a little but didn’t push her one way or the other. This was the man she remembered, the calm, controlled, considerate lover she’d made love with all those years ago.
    “I want—I want what we had before.”
    His body visibly loosened, the muscles in his arms and chest becoming less rigid as she watched.
    “I won’t force you. I hope you know that, Sara.” He moved to the left and sat down on an old wooden kitchen chair someone had placed near the bedroom window. It looked fragile enough to collapse under his weight but didn’t. He almost looked relieved.
    Almost.
    Was it because the chair held his weight, or because they were working things out?
    The bulge in his pants was very evident, the length reminding her of her past life. The time when they were together and sex was hot-and-heavy fun.
    Lately, not so much.
    In fact, in the three years they’d been apart, she’d slept with a total of two men, both of them unremarkable. Hard to get excited about a new guy when you were still in love with an old flame.
    “Sara?”
    She jerked her head up, realizing she’d been caught admiring the goods. Kale was grinning like a soap star getting a Daytime Emmy, and her face felt like she’d been sleeping in the sun.
    “Umm, sorry?”
    He laughed. “Don’t be sorry, honey. Look all you want. In fact, I’ll strip if you want.”
    The blush surged outward from her face and covered the rest of her body. She couldn’t see it, but she could certainly feel it.
    “Honey, maybe we should put this on hold for a few minutes. How would you feel about a bowl of chili and conversation?”
    Sara took a deep breath and let her body relax. “Chili sounds good. And conversation sounds even better.” Maybe getting reacquainted was what they needed more than sex. Sure, the sex would be great when it happened. Of that, she had no doubt.
    Kale stood and offered his hand. When she placed her palm in his, the warmth of his skin traveled up her arm and filled her chest. She’d missed this man more than she’d known.
    He led her out of the bedroom