Free Goodnight Kisses by Wilhelmina Stolen Page A

nipples
outward.
    Nope. No bra.
    Whatever reservations he had about Eleanor went up
in smoke. Jess was right, his pecker was in control and walking
away wasn’t an option.
    “Did you come all the way out here just to piss off
Vanessa?”
    “No, but it was worth the drive.” She glanced over
her shoulder. “Like I said before, I’m meeting my date here.”
    “Do I know him?” he asked, trying not to let his
jealousy show.
    The faint smell of flowers hit his nose when she
turned her head. “You do.” Her blue eyes danced in a way that made
him uneasy.
    “But you’re not going to tell me who he is, are
you?”
    “Nope.”
    “Why not? Afraid I won’t approve?”
    “I don’t need or want your
approval, McCrea.” She propped an elbow on the bar and rested her
chin in her palm. “But I will tell you he’s about your height and
weight. He has gorgeous brown eyes and lips,” she took a deep
breath and let it out, “that beg to be kissed.”
    “Jesus, I need another beer,” Jess mumbled and moved
to a table.
    McCrea did a glance over his shoulder to the men at
the tables. It was hard to believe she was here for any of them.
They were all way out of her league, and too drunk to care that she
was a virgin. “That’s too bad.”
    She raised her eyebrows in question. “You sound
disappointed.”
    “Maybe I am.”
    “I doubt that.” She nodded towards the back booth
where Vanessa sat watching them. “Your date seems eager to
please.”
    He felt the need to clarify. “She’s not my date. She
just showed up, as usual.”
    “That one’s got her claws in deep.”
    “Not as deep as she thinks.” He
leaned closer so that only she could hear him. “About your
date.”
    There was a pause to the words that were about to
break her parted lips. “What about him?”
    “You could ditch him and come with me.”
    Her eyes darkened. “You’re serious.”
    “Hell, yes,” he said softly and
with one finger, ordered her closer. She hesitated then slipped
from the stool. “Closer,” he whispered and slid an arm around her
waist, pulling her between his legs. For a few seconds, he stared
into her eyes, purposefully a rousing her curiosity. Then
touched a finger to her bottom lip. “But just so you know,” he
returned her wink from earlier, “my dates don’t end with goodnight
kisses.”
    Without skipping a beat, she raised a slim eyebrow
and gently grasped his hand, removing it from her lip. “McCrea, if
that finger or those lips have been anywhere near Vanessa Worley
tonight,” her smile was superficial. “You can keep your goodnight
kisses.”
    Her cleverness and spot on
response was arousing. “Trust me darlin’,” the hand she was
holding eased to the base of her head and urged her closer, “when I
get done with you, you won’t care where they’ve been.” He brushed
his lips across hers and heard her draw in a sharp
breath.
    Piece of cake.

Chapter
Four
A Lesson in Seduction
     
    The sound of her pounding heart
overpowered the noise of the drunken crowd, blocking out whistles
and lewd cheers when their lips touched. According to all her
research on sex, a kiss could manifest an orgasm, and McCrea’s had
her seconds away from crying out in ecstasy. It was everything she
dreamed it would be soft, sweet, and sexy, and nothing like the boy
kisses she’d had before. His skillful lips were magical and cast a
spell that left her lightheaded and weak. Sweet lord, this was
heaven.
    Heaven that ended too soon when he pulled back.
“We’re drawing a crowd.” The alcohol on his breath mingled with his
rich cologne that left her holding onto his shirt for support.
    “I don’t care,” she managed.
    His low, coarse laughter penetrated every nerve in
her body. “Normally, I wouldn’t either, but─” The unfinished
sentence lifted her eyes to his.
    “But what?”
    “I don’t want people talking trash about my
Eleanor.”
    His Eleanor?
    “You had to know they’d talk about anything we