Free Bound for Christmas by Yvette Hines Page B

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    She looked from his hand to his intense eyes. “Okay, if I could go anywhere with you flying the plane…”
    “Me flying.”
    “Maybe some exciting city like New York or Miami, maybe San Francisco.”
    “Of those San Francisco is my favorite; four terminals and it’s laid out very well, beside I love flying in and seeing the view of the Golden Gate Bridge in the morning when the fog is rolling low over it.”
    “Nice.” She looked at his empty plate. “Do you want dessert. I didn’t make any, but I think there are a few raspberry cookies left.”
    He shook his head. “I think I’m good.” He rose to get the bottle of wine and refilled their glasses.
    “How about you take the wine into the living room and I will get the plates into the dishwasher and then join you?” She got up and grabbed both their plates and silverware and went to the sink.
    “You got it.” He took the glasses and headed towards the other room.
    She quickly got the plates, utensils and pots rinsed and into the dishwasher then went to join Evan on the couch.
     Once she was seated beside him with her wine in her hand, he lifted his glass in a salute. “To a beautiful woman who is a terrific cook.”
    She lifted her own glass in acknowledgement of his toast then drank from it.
    After swallowing a gulp, he set his glass on one of the coasters adorning her coffee table. With an arm on the back of the couch he leaned into her. His finger grazed the side of her face and traveled beneath her chin. Once there he used his thumb to stroke her chin, brushing the underside of her bottom lip.
    “I really needed this tonight, Zoey. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me that you took the time to do this for me.”
    She shrugged a shoulder, attempting to keep the atmosphere light. “It’s just dinner, nothing special.” She sipped her wine again, feeling her nerves beginning to send sparks through her body.
    It had not escaped her thoughts that once she decided the two of them would stay at her place for dinner instead of going out that it would be very easy to move things to a more intimate level between them.
    “With you, everything is special.” He used his hand to turn her chin and make her look directly at him. His hazel eyes captured her, they scanned her face as if search for hidden clues. “What is it about you Zoey Carliegh that has me so outside of myself, outside my normal pattern of behavior and loving it? Wanting more of it?”
    She lifted her free hand and cupped his cheek, feeling its taunt strength against her palm. “I wish I knew. Then maybe I would be able to understand why I want you so much.”
    Taking her glass from her he set it on the table, then took her face between his hands. “I’m going to kiss you, sweetheart and I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve kissed every inch of you.”
    Speechless. His words had her speechless. She couldn’t string one coherent thought together to let him know she wanted the same thing.
    Thankfully, Evan didn’t wait for her to get her mind to work, he took charge. He started by kissing her mouth, bold and hungry as if he were a dying man and she his salvation. This kiss wasn’t the spontaneous kiss he’d given her the first time or the brief kiss he bestowed on her at the door, hell no, this kiss was command, fierce and bold. Evan didn’t request her participation he demanded it.
    Holding her face between his hands, he kept her where he wanted her, a willing taker of his passion. For a moment, her first thought was to pull away, allow herself the freedom of movement, but quickly she could feel how high her desire had elevated. She settled against him and enjoyed the ride. The man was extremely talented with his tongue. He did things to her mouth that she never thought possible.
    When he dragged his tongue behind her upper lip she began to shiver and squirm on the couch. God she wanted this man inside of her, to know if he could use his cock in the same way.
    As he moved