Some Like It Charming - By Megan Bryce Page 0,37
She pushed him back. “Uh-uh. You stay back.”
“You haven’t had enough time to find a really good hiding spot yet. It’s got to be somewhere close.”
“I’m not walking around with chocolate strapped to my legs.”
“What was that? I can’t hear you over all that crinkling.” He shuffled forward, his body pressing against hers from knee to chest, and wrapped an arm around her waist.
He whispered, “Careful. Don’t want the bathroom germs to get you.”
He took two gigantic steps back, dragging her with him, and flung her onto the bed. She squealed as she bounced and her heart thumped in her chest.
He jumped onto the bed, straddling her and pinning her arms above her head. “Tell me one thing, Mackenzie, and I’ll leave you alone.” He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Where is your secret stash?”
She turned her head away. “I’ll never tell. I’ll die first.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled her neck. “I can’t decide if I’m happy you’re being so stubborn. I do like chocolate. But you smell just as delicious.”
“Get off me.”
“Okay.” He didn’t move.
“This is a bad idea.”
“As bad as me wearing your skin?”
She blinked. “Is that on the table?”
“No. I’m just wondering where sex with me rates. Somewhere above serial killer?”
She was silent, thinking it over. Finally she said, “Barely.”
She could feel his lips smile against her neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling her, his chest rising and falling against hers.
He said, “I’m guessing today is a no if you’ve got monthly stuff in your bathroom.”
She nodded. The monthly stuff was over but today was still a big, big no. Absolutely no.
She just couldn’t seem to say it.
He groaned and flung himself onto the bed next to her.
She stared at the ceiling, breathing. Telling herself that she was not disappointed at all.
He said, “Now I’m going to either need some chocolate or some sex.”
Without missing a beat she said, “Chocolate.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
He grabbed her thigh and pulled himself to a sitting position. He patted her leg, then stood up.
“I’m going down to the store. I need to satisfy at least one frustrated desire.”
She watched him leave; her blood still pumping, her heart still thumping, her hormones still raging.
Dear God in heaven. She was in trouble. They were only one week in, five to go, and his constant touching, petting, teasing, and just being there was wearing her down.
As soon as she heard the front door close behind him she took her cell into the bathroom and called Cassandra.
The first words out of Cassandra’s mouth were, “I didn’t tell about the million.”
Mackenzie breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. I didn’t think you would.”
“But you had to ask?”
“I’m sorry.”
“How are you going to make it up to me?”
Mackenzie laughed. “A prepaid appointment to turn you Anna Nicole blond?”
“That would work. Or a picture of a certain someone naked.”
“I’m not sending you that.”
“Spoilsport.”
Mackenzie tried not to think about a certain someone naked. “I can’t send you what I haven’t seen.”
“Well, get cracking. You’ve already been there a week; what’s taking so long?”
“I need someone to cool me down, not incite me some more.”
“Some more? Is he inciting you?” Cassandra squealed. “Oh, please tell me he is.”
“He doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just like that. I’m pretty sure it’s my job in this relationship to not take anything he says or does seriously.”
Oh, she knew he’d jump in the sack at the first hint she was willing. But it wouldn’t be serious. He wasn’t ever serious. She was constantly surprised that no one else could see that about him.
Cassandra breathed in deeply. “You have a relationship with Ethan Howell O’Connor. I swear to God, you had better take advantage of that before you come back.”
“I’m hanging up now. You are of absolutely no use to me.”
“You are going to have a hard time finding anyone to tell you not to jump on that while you have the chance.”
“I bet his mother would.”
Cassandra laughed. “I would love to hear that conversation. Record it for me, would you?”
“I’ll keep her in mind if it looks like I’m losing the use of my brain and need some shock therapy.”
She might need to put the woman’s number on speed dial soon.
Mackenzie hung up and walked around the apartment, making sure Ethan was still gone. Then made a second lap with the Hershey bar from her purse, searching for a good hiding place. She was going to have to buy some more next time she was out. One candy bar did