Free Kiss Me Crazy by Ednah Walters, E. B. Walters

Baron turned to face Kara, who wore a sheepish expression. She looked exquisite. Her hair fel over her shoulders in gentle waves and the porch light iluminated her face—
    her shadowy eyes, the tips of her long eyelashes, the gentle curve of her jawbone. Was her skin as soft as it looked? The urge to touch her stole through him. “I guess we can’t talk tonight.” She shot him a wary glance. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    “No. There’s always tomorrow.” He stepped back so she could come out and lock her door. Her heady scent drifted to his nose, making his gut clench with need.
    She locked her door and dropped the key in her purse. “I’l be at work tomorrow afternoon. You can fil me in then.”
    “I won’t be there tomorrow. I have a previous engagement.” He thought he saw disappointment in her eyes, but it disappeared so fast he might have imagined it. “Here. Let me help you with that.”
    He took the light wrap from her arm and draped it around her shoulders, deliberately lingering when he could have let the fabric go and moved away. He swept her hair back, his fingers grazing her skin. Softness and heat were what he felt, folowed by a burning need to lift her hair and bury his face against her skin.
    Then he made the mistake of looking down at her chest.
    Her nipples had pebbled and were pushing at the thin material, inviting him. He heard her release a trembling breath, her body vibrating with it. She wanted him. The realization was better than a fine aged cognac. He looked into her eyes and knew he couldn’t join them at the club. In his present state, he’d make a total ass of himself. He could see himself standing guard and scaring off any man who dared to look her way.
    Baron smiled when realized he’d taken a lock of her hair between his thumb and finger and was gently playing with it. Her hair was so soft and fine.
    He let the lock go, shoved his hands in his back pockets and stepped back. “You look beautiful.”
    “Thank you.” She clutched the edges of the wrap together and gave him a weak smile.
    He chuckled. “No need to thank me. I’m just stating a fact.” He wanted to place his hand on the smal of her back and walk her to the limo but he knew he wouldn’t want to stop there. “I can stop by tomorrow evening and fil you in on what I learned from Mrs. VanderMarck.”
    A frown settled on her face. “What time?”
    “Seven o’clock. I’l bring dinner. Italian or Chinese, your choice.”
    They were beside the limo, the driver waiting with the door open. With no sound from inside, her friends had to be eavesdropping on their conversation. Kara glanced inside the limo then at him with her eyes ful of wary confusion. He could tel she wasn’t too thriled about his suggestion.
    “We’ve got to go, Kara,” a voice caled from inside the limo.
    Kara roled her eyes. “Okay, Baron. I’l see you tomorrow.
    And Chinese is great.”
    “Good. Have a good time tonight.” He stifled the urge to kiss her cheek and stepped back, waited until the limo puled away before he walked to his SUV.
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    Silence filed the limo as it sped away. The interior lights iluminated her friends’ curious gazes, but Kara chose to ignore them. She was stil trying to catch her breath after that brief moment with Baron a few seconds ago. Her raging hormones were turning her into a nymphomaniac—she couldn’t come within a foot of the man without thinking about how he’d taste or noticing the sexy way he looked when he squinted, the curve of his lips when he smiled.
    Even the little scar on his chin fascinated her.
    “What was that about?” Chloe asked, breaking into Kara’s thoughts.
    Kara knew exactly what her friend meant but chose to misunderstand. “Sorry I was delayed. I know how you get crabby when you’re hungry.”
    “Don’t try to make this about me, girl. Okay?” Chloe looked at her sister and Renee for support. “I’m talking about that little scene out there with Mr. Scrumptious