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know, you
gotta have some consideration - but just be normal and he’ll sleep
like the dead.”
    “That doesn’t
explain you creeping up behind me.”
    “I didn’t creep
up behind you, petal, I walked up, but you were so busy ogling your
own cousin that you didn’t hear me.” Alan paused, a twinkle
appearing in his eyes. “Which, by the way, yuck.”
    “I was not
ogling him.” Crossing to the table, Sophie stood across from him as
she started unpacking the groceries. “And in return - eeewww to
your imagination. That’s disgusting.”
    “So you were
ogling SJ?”
    “No. I was
being considerate and shutting Sam’s door.”
    “But he doesn’t
like it shut.” Alan said reasonably.
    “I know that now .”
    Straightening,
he came around the table to stand at her back and peer over her
shoulder at the bags. His presence like that was almost unnerving,
the warmth of his body seeping through her back to coil languidly
low in her belly. He reached around her to dip his hand into the
bag, his arm pressed briefly against the side of her breast as she
automatically raised her arm to give him room.
    She felt that
brush clear down to her pink-painted toe nails. Holy cow! She didn’t know whether to press closer against his arm or just
sink to her knees. Who knew that kind of thing could be so lethal?
Geez, even her nipples had hardened. Thank God for loose
blouses.
    Striving for
normalcy, she cleared her throat as, still peering intently over
her shoulder into the bag, he pressed closer against her while
rummaging. “See anything you like?”
    He stilled.
Stopped dead. The silence in the kitchen was almost deafening, the
air charged with something she was half thrilled to recognise while
another part of her wondered if she was recognising it correctly,
because hell, would she really know if what she was sensing was
even true?
    Maybe he was
just mortified at realising how close against her he was
pressing?
    She waited for
him to leap back. Instead, he shocked her by pressing a little
closer, his cheek brushing against hers as he tilted his head to
look down into the bag.
    Or at least she
thought he was looking into the bag until she glanced sideways to
find one dark eye studying her as he gazed sideways at her in
turn.
    “Yeah.” His
rougher cheek moved against her smoother one as he spoke, he was so
close. “I surely do, Soph.” Closer still he pressed.
    So close it was
addling her thoughts, making her nipples hard, and she might have
to change her panties if they got any damper. Cripes, what was
wrong with her?
    Refusing to let
him know how he was affecting her, knowing he’d enjoy that for
sure, she managed to reply coolly, “What?”
    Was it her
imagination or had he just flexed his hips against her? Was that
something on the utility belt of his uniform that was prodding the
crease of her bottom? Her pulse leaped, her cheeks grew hot.
    But not once
did she stop looking sideways at him.
    His sideways
gaze didn’t break either, but a slow smile crinkled his eyes at the
corner. “Something soft and sweet. And naughty.”
    God God. The
hot flush just about flooded her. That certainly qualified as a
panty changer. “Really?”
    “Oh yeah.”
Something firm was pressed against her bottom, all right. “Got
anything for me like that?”
    “I doubt it.”
Good grief, was that husky voice hers?
    “Oh, you have.
You’ve got just what I want. And I’m going to have it.”
    Her knees went
weak.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Turning his
head, Alan pressed a sudden smacking kiss to her cheek at the same
time his hand dove into the bag. Her mouth was still gaping when he
stepped back, and she looked over her shoulder to find him yanking
open the lid of the doughnut container. Taking one out, he bit into
it and chewed, his eyes closed as he moaned in ecstasy.
    Oh, so that was the soft, sweet and naughty thing he wanted. Of
course. Sophie tried to ignore the disappointment that filled
her.
    “Oh baby,” Alan
moaned, “What you