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abruptly turned and headed up the stairs. She had changed from her professional clothes to a more casual denim skirt and tee shirt. God, he thought, she was adorable.

    He padded up quietly behind her to the kitchen. The breakfast bar was set with flowers in the center, and white plates were laid out with silverware on either side. He paused, trying to recall the last time anyone, anywhere had set a table for him. No idea. It had been a long damn time, that was for sure.  

    “Have a seat and help yourself, what can I get you to drink?” she said, while offering him a beer.  

    “Thanks, this is perfect,” he took a long pull on the bottle and set it down. “ I can’t tell you the last time I sat at a real table and ate real food, this is amazing! I know it’s an imposition, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can.” Liar, he thought to himself, you’re gonna hang around as long as possible.

    She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat, he was gonna have to get a grip, he thought. “This looks fantastic, thank you!”

    “You’re welcome, I like to cook, and I don’t usually have an appreciative audience, so this was fun, now eat!”

    They sat next to each other in silence for a few minutes, his leg drifting closer to hers. He could feel the heat from her skin on his bare legs, and wondered if she was noticing the same thing.  

    As he finished he said, “Now my mom raised me that the person who cooks, doesn’t have to clean, and I do know how to run a dishwasher. I won’t know where everything goes when I’m done washing up, but you should sit.”

    “No, no, don’t be silly, I’ll help too, we’ll get it done faster together,” she said, rising from the table. He stood at the same time and had to reach for her to keep from knocking her over. His hand gripped her arm, and instinctively he pulled her closer, time slowed to a near standstill and he felt like he was moving through water. He reached for her cheek and turned her face toward his, lowering his mouth to capture hers. It was just as he had imagined, his tongue running along her lips, then sliding inside. Her lips working against his, her back arched and her breasts pressed into him. Her kiss, her touch, made his spine tingle and his knees feel weak. He ran his hands down her sides and felt her stiffen, then relax. This woman deserved to have him take his time, and he certainly wanted to.  

    Lilly was feeling a little like she was in shock, kissed by Luke Drake. Well that was entirely unexpected. Maybe he had a thing for chubby women? Which, well, why would he? Then again, why wouldn’t he? Maybe he liked her because she was different? She decided she should stop thinking and just kiss him. It was only a moment, but it was a good one. She felt his hand drifting down her side and resting on her ass. He pulled her closer and she paused to look up at him. He was looking at her too, and their eyes locked before he leaned in and kissed her again, drawing his hand along her bare skin underneath her shirt.  

Chapter 4

    The kiss took her by surprise, his firm gentle lips setting off a cascade of feelings, ending somewhere above her thighs. His hands left a trail of warmth on her skin wherever he touched her. Twining his fingers in her hair he gently pulled her head back and kissed down her neck to the hollow where her shoulder began. She felt like she should say something, but she couldn’t think what. It felt so good to have his hands on her, his lips on her. As he kissed his way toward her breasts, she knew she should be making some decisions, thinking about where this was going, where it would take her.

    Honestly though all she could do was react, his attention to her lit a spark that she thought had been extinguished. He kept moving, quietly kissing his way along, gently sliding his finger along the edge of her blouse. The rough pads of his fingers on her breasts sent shivers along her spine, and made her ache to have him touch