Seducing the Photographer (At First Sight) Read Free Page B

surprised him. Without her help he might have made his way to the building but not to bed. With his body screaming for release he slid into the nightmare plaguing him since the fall.
    Just one more shot. He stepped back. His foot slipped on a rock. He fell and slid down the slope heading for a cluster of rocks. “Help!” he shouted.
    “What’s wrong?”
    The voice was Meg’s. He opened his eyes and saw this wasn’t part of a dream. “Nightmare. I fell down the mountain again.”
    Meg stood at the foot of the bed. She wore a silky thing that reached the middle of her thighs. Her long tanned legs were nicely shaped. As she moved closer he noticed the way the fabric clung to her breasts. “Do you always wear things like that to bed?”
    “Do you have a problem with my choice?”
    He sat up. “Actually I hoped you preferred skin but this isn’t bad. Except I can’t move. Want to tuck me in and kiss me good night. Would keep the bad dreams away.”
    On her way to the door she glanced over her shoulder. “I may be tempted but I’m strong. Good night. Sweet dreams.”
    “With you as the centerfold they will be.” Sweet dreams, no way. They were going to be spicy.
     
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    Meg retreated to the guest room. She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her burning face with her hands. Why hadn’t she grabbed her robe before answering his cry for help? The shout had been so full of panic and desperation she’d feared he’d fallen out of bed. Why wasn’t she like Allie who wore overly large jerseys for bed? Meg knew the answer. She loved the feel of silk against her skin. At least this one was opaque. Why had she felt naked beneath his stare? His gaze had sent embers glowing low in her belly.
    She groaned. Just down the hall was a man with who had caused her to shiver with desire. He was ready for hot and heavy. She’d seen the way his erection had tented the sheets. She had to remain cool. She was tired of walking in the wrong direction on a one way street.
    She slid beneath the sheets and added new rules specific to this situation. One. Do not think about the kiss making you burn and your toes curl. Two. Do not drool over his buff body. Three. Do not give into the itch to stroke his tanned skin. Four. Do not consider passionate love-making.
    Except she wanted to break the rules. She closed her eyes. As she drifted to sleep she recited her old rules and added the new.
    Bright sunlight woke her. For a moment she settled against the pillows and sought a return to her dreams. Then she remembered where she was. Once again she had leaped but she hadn’t fallen. Still, she had promised she would stay.
    She grabbed clothes from the overnight case and hurried to the bathroom. After a quick shower she donned a pale blue silk tee shirt and dark blue silk shorts. When she reached the kitchen she found beer, some cheese, eggs and in the freezer coffee and frozen cinnamon rolls. Her stomach growled. She needed breakfast.
    She put the rolls in the microwave to defrost and started coffee. A quick look in Steve’s room relieved her. A soft snore meant he slept. She saw the pain pill container and knew he’d be out for a time. The yearning to wake him with a kiss held her frozen in the doorway. With reluctance she backed away. He couldn’t give her what she wanted. That thought brought tears to her eyes. In everyway but one he was perfect. She dashed to the kitchen and drank a mug of coffee and ate a cinnamon roll. With her purse in hand and the key he’d given her she would find food and return.
    After walking up the hill she turned the corner and found The Coffee Mug. If her sister hadn’t told her about the coffee shop and bakery the delicious aromas would have led her inside. She entered and selected a dozen pastries and two loaves of bread. As she paid her bill she heard two women talking.
    “Patty Sue has new stock,” one said.
    “Guess where I’m headed next,” the other said.
    Meg made a decision. Surely