Free All I Want Is You (A Chester Farms Novella) by Keri Ford Page A

unwinding magic flooded through every last inch of her until there was nothing left but his taste on her mouth and his scent on her skin.
    The only part of her she could confirm was alive was her lungs as they burned. His weight settled over her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck. Her sweat mixed with his where her thighs held him in place. She let out a long sigh and relaxed against the bed.
    He combed hair away from her face and left a kiss on her cheek. "Am I too heavy?"
    "No." She caressed his shoulders with her nails, but her arms were too heavy to hold up. "I think I'm boneless."
    "I'll take that as a good thing."
    A chuckle eased out and she found the strength to swat.
    He evidently had more energy to spare as he caught her hand and kissed her fingers instead. "How can I talk you into staying the night?"
    "Do you have to work tomorrow? I don't want to be in the way."
    "You wouldn't be in the way. And as of right now, no. They can still call me in last minute if there's an emergency, but it'll have to be something big because they're not going to want to fork out for holiday pay."
    No sleeping alone tonight and even better, no leaving him tonight either. Yeah, she was in. "As long as I can be taken to the shop by nine, then yeah. I’ll stay."
    The grin that crossed his face melted her heart and there was an even better reason for staying over.
    "Not a problem." He leaned back and stopped. His muscles tensed. That smile she'd been falling into disappeared as he lifted his gaze. "We have a problem."
    "What?" She sat up and liquid dripped against her inner thigh, giving her the first clue. The tattered remains of the broken condom solved it. "Oh, God."
    His arms shook and he searched her face. "This is the first time I've had this happen and I've never gone without a condom."
    She nodded, then shook her head. Or maybe it was a nod after all. Her head was a hot, sex mess and she just quit moving it all together. "Me neither." She rubbed a hand over her face and tried pulling together health class from years ago. "I have a doctor’s appointment for my yearly physical in a few weeks. I'll double check."
    "Let me know the results of that." He eased back and stopped. "Uh, what about pregnancy?"
    She rubbed the side of her head as the spinning slowed down. "On the pill. Babies before marriage aren't part of the plan either."
    A long breath eased out of him. "Good. I like that part of this plan."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    There was only one thing better than pulling up to the ice cream shop at night. Pulling up and seeing there were no customers inside. Not that it was a good thing, really. She needed the business, but the less people in the way, the quicker he could get started. He'd already been waiting for the store to close for two hours.
    Patrick backed into a slot by the front door and did his best not to jump out of the truck and run like a fool to his tailgate to show off his surprise. With her leaning on the open door as he turned the engine off, it was no easy task. Her reflection in his side mirror was cursedly smaller than she appeared. Her apron was gone. Tight jeans hugged her hips and a little bit of skin peeked out beneath the pink shirt. His throat tightened as he forced a swallow down and got out of the truck.
    He managed to push his hands in his pockets and casually walked to her. "Evening."
    Her eyes narrowed and head tipped to the side as she studied him. "What are you up to?"
    He grinned and left a fast kiss on her lips that wasn't fast at all. More like long, slow, and completely indecent, but then the strip along her ice cream shop was dark, so what the hell did it matter anyway? A moan slid out of her and he kissed her until her hands came up and fisted the front of his shirt.
    Or instead of stopping, maybe that surprise could wait until later. She tasted of chocolate that put a craving in him for more. The flavor