Free Hell Yeah!: Gun Shy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Sabrina York Page A

explode.
    Because Melissa Divine wanted to come home with him. Tonight.
    After all this waiting, she was ready.
    After all this waiting, he was definitely ready.
    He could only hope he wasn’t too ready, or this long awaited seduction would be over before it began.
     
     
    She was nervous as hell as she stepped over the threshold into his house. It was lovely and welcoming, thanks to all the work they’d done together, but as brave as she was trying to be, she was scared to death.
    She hadn’t been with a man other than Baron, and that hadn’t worked out well.
    She hadn’t even planned on taking another lover. Like, ever.
    But Andrew made her want that connection, that intimacy, that partnership.
    She could only hope her instincts were right. That they would be good together.
    Cady certainly thought so, and Cady was nearly always right.
    But as much as she trusted her friend’s judgement, this decision was all hers.
    She’d thought about it for days. Longer.
    The fact of the matter was, she trusted Andrew. She looked into his eyes and she trusted him.
    Beyond that, she wanted him.
    She wanted to know what it would be like with a man like him.
    She was brave enough to give it a try, but she was still nervous.
    Toto and Sadie met them at the door, which helped shatter the anxiety. As the dogs danced around them, Melissa couldn’t help but laugh. They finally made their way through the blockade and Andy led the way to the kitchen and scooped food into their doggy dishes, which distracted them immediately.
    He gave Sadie a pat and then stood; his gaze locked with hers.
    The tension in the room edged up a million notches.
    Melissa swallowed and forced a smile.
    He stepped closer, and closer still. Then he cupped her cheek. There was nothing commanding about the gesture, gentle as it was, but it held her captive.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “Sure. I’m great.”
    “You’re shaking.” He stroked her with a thumb.
    She sucked in a deep breath and steeled her spine. “I’m fine.”
    He tipped his head to the side and studied her. “You sure?”
    “Of course. I… May I have a drink?” she asked.
    His lips tightened. “Do you need one?”
    “I’m a little nervous.”
    “Ah, baby.” He dropped his hand. She hated that he dropped his hand. “Why?”
    “I’ve just…never done this before.”
    He eyed her curiously.
    “I mean, gone to bed with a man who’s not my husband.”
    “I, ah, see.” He stepped back. “We can wait. If you want.”
    “Waiting would only make me more nervous. Can I have that drink?”
    She hated that he turned away. “As a matter of course, I don’t make love to women who’ve been drinking.”
    “Just one drink?”
    He headed for a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Scotch and two glasses, but he poured out less than a sip. And then he shot her a grin.
    It was the grin that did her in. Warm, gentle, understanding.
    It was that grin that washed away her reluctance.
    He was the man she chose. He was the man her heart and soul told her she wanted.
    Could she be wrong?
    Absolutely.
    There was that risk in every decision in every day of living.
    There was no shame in the fear.
    Running from it was the weakness.
    She did not run.
    She took a step toward him. And another. She went up on her tiptoes, cupped his nape in her trembling hand, and she kissed him.
    His lips were mobile beneath hers and warm, but he made no other move. She had to take his hand and set it on her hip before he touched her. But once she had issued that subtle invitation, he didn’t require more.
    He turned her around and braced her against the kitchen counter and deepened the kiss, sending glory and delight through her body. She reveled in the sensation of his mouth trailing hotly over her cheek and down to the crook of her neck, where he nibbled at the sensitive skin there.
    Ribbons of pleasure skittered over her nerves and she pressed against him, trying desperately to get closer. His scent surrounded her,