Free Unexpected Mr. Right by Kelley Nyrae Page A

and the woman in her couldn't help but desire him. Her feet stuck to the ground as if rooted there. Even when he stood up, took the glass from her hand, pushed the plates out of the way she couldn't move.
    The look in his eyes, want, need, desire spelled out what he planned to do next. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, well actually there wasn't a damn thing she wanted to do about it. Not right now. Tabby let him turn her, his body pushed hers until the backs of her legs hit the table. Nico grabbed her, lifted her until she sat on her kitchen table and then he kissed her. A bone melting, heart racing, toe curling kiss.
    At this moment she wanted nothing more than this sexy man and the things he did to her body. Sexual feelings no man ever stirred in her before. He made her want him, need his hand on her more than she needed her next breath. He oozed blatant sexuality from every pore in his body. He made her forget herself. When had her legs opened so he could stand inside of them? When had her hands wrapped around his neck?
    Nico took her places she'd never been before, with just a kiss. He made her body burn, the apex of her thighs throb, her nipples tighten. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, like a starving animal devouring his prey. She felt his urgent need as strongly as it built inside her own body. This was too good. He was too good. Friends. You're supposed to just be friends.
    Right as the thought processed in her brain he left her mouth and started kissing his way down her neck.
    "I told you there is more than one thing to do on a kitchen table,” he whispered next to her ear. His words along with her thoughts seconds before gave her the momentum, or stupidity, she needed to pull away. As much as her body hated to, she knew she needed to stop this before they went any further.
    "I'm sorry.” Her voice came out much weaker than she wanted it to. “I can't do this, Nico. It's friends or nothing."
    His eyes closed for a few seconds. When they opened he put his hands on her shoulders. “No reason to be sorry, Slugger. You told me the score from the get go."
    She silently thanked God for his understanding. He wasn't used to women like her. Women who could easily indulge in what their bodies wanted. “We still doing a movie?"
    "Of course. You can't get rid of me that easily."
    * * * *
    Nico watched the credits roll across a black screen. He hadn't watched most of the movie. About a quarter of the way through, Tabby had fallen asleep, curled up on the other end of the sofa. He watched her instead, the rise and fall of her chest, the beaded nipples showing through her shirt. The why of it was what he couldn't understand. Whatever the hell it was, he was getting sick of it. The compulsion to tell her he wasn't dating, hadn't dated came from nowhere. It was a big mistake.
    Giving her something to look at the wrong way, something that might make her think he felt something different than he did wasn't his smartest move. She had his whole game screwed up. He was doing things he never did, saying things he never did, feeling things he never did. But he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He knew nothing changed for him, he wasn't thinking about the whole white picket fence and two point five kids but he did want her more than ever.
    And then there was the kiss. He knew she'd stop him but he'd been unable to stop himself. She cast some kind of spell on him that made him fall prey to stupid, compulsive activities that would only make him hornier, and her pull farther away. Still he continued to do it, continued to put himself out there to have a woman who didn't want him. But he couldn't get enough of her. Usually he would be tired of a woman by now, ready to move on.
    Maybe he wasn't ready to move on because they hadn't really gone anywhere yet. He hadn't had her yet. Hadn't sunk deep into the wetness of her body. Tabby moaned a soft sound that made him instantly hard. Damn. He'd always loved sex but he'd