Free Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh Page B

gray velvet with a narrow ring of dark
    blue. He’d always said Cami Flannigan had the
    prettiest eyes. Anyone could just ask his cousins,
    Logan and Crowe, they’d tell it; Rafe said it often. So
    often sometimes that they told him to shut the fuck up.
    “‘Might’ hardly describes the situation,” she
    snorted with ladylike charm. “You reek of booze,
    Rafer.”
    Cami called him Rafer sometimes, rather than
    the shortened version, Rafe, that most people used.
    He liked the sound of it on her lips. Especially when
    she was moaning it. She wasn’t moaning right now.
    “That could be possible.” He nodded as his gaze
    raked over her shivering body. “It just seemed the
    night for it, I guess.”
    He’d only just realized she was shivering, hard.
    Her hand had dropped from her hip and she was
    once again huddled against herself. She was
    obviously cold, dressed in nothing but jeans, boots,
    and a heavy hooded sweatshirt that proclaimed:
    Teachers Rock.
    He wondered if she would let him warm her. He
    knew exactly how to do it. How to touch her so her
    eyes darkened in passion, how to make the juices
    slicken the delicate tissue of her tight pussy.
    “Stop undressing me with your eyes, Rafer,” she
    ordered. “Could you at least let me in where it’s
    warm? Or perhaps drive me home? My car is stuck in
    the snow out by the main road.” She waved her hand
    toward the drive, now covered in nearly a foot of snow
    in less than an hour. “Surely you still have a four-byfour?”
    A
    ll his fantasies came crashing down on him. No
    fantasy. She wasn’t there for his hard dick,
    candlelight, or black lace. She was there because her
    car was stuck in the snow.
    Lifting his gaze again, he stared into the blizzard.
    The whiteout conditions were only increasing. Travel
    would be impossible, let alone getting the car out of
    wherever it was stuck.
    So this wasn’t the erotic fourth chance of a
    lifetime standing on his doorstep. The first three
    chances hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy him, let
    alone to sate the hunger he had for her.
    “Rafer, are you all right?” Suspicion laced her
    voice. “Are you smoking something you shouldn’t be
    as well as drinking too much whisky tonight?”
    He snorted at that as his gaze dropped back to
    her. Short, sassy layered strands of dark brown hair
    framed almost kittenish features as big gray eyes
    blinked back at him. Suspicious gray eyes. She
    thought he was high?
    He wasn’t that lucky.
    “I told you, I might be a little drunk.” He sighed,
    glancing at the snow again. “But not too drunk to know
    we’re not going anywhere in this storm.” He turned
    back to her, arched his brow, smiled. “Looks like
    you’re stuck here with me, Cami-girl. Unless you want
    to take your chances in the snow?” He nodded toward
    the storm outside the porch. “Personally, I’m not
    willing to take that risk with my truck or my life.” And
    especially not with her life.
    Rafe watched her still for the briefest second
    before turning to look out at the storm herself.
    Her shoulders seemed to slump, as though
    whatever weight she carried was too much for her. He
    wished he could see her face, look in her eyes and
    read her thoughts as he had when she was younger.
    But hell, it seemed those days were gone. When she
    turned back to him, all he saw in her face, or in her
    eyes, was weariness—weariness and resignation.
    That look made his chest ache. Son of a bitch,
    Cami should never have such a look in her eyes.
    “Come on in; I’ll make coffee.” Hell, he might as
    well sober up. A man had to learn to keep his wits
    about him when dealing with a Flannigan. Especially
    this one.
    “I can’t stay, Rafer.” Pure tempered steel filled
    her voice as well as her expression as she stared
    back to him, the quiet, even tone at odds with the
    conflict he could see in her eyes.
    What the hell had happened to the sweet, loving
    Cami he had once known?
    “Afraid temptation will get the best