Free An Unlikely Match (The Match Series - Book #1) by Barbara Dunlop

ordinary and completely predictable.”
    “ I didn’t predict you kissing me.” But she’d wanted it. She’d wanted it very badly. And it hadn’t disappointed her. He was one amazing kisser.
    He pulled back, dropping his hands so he wasn’t touching her anymore. “Any standardized test of human psychology and physiology would have predicted me kissing you.”
    Despite his analytical words, she still felt dreamy. “Would it have predicted me kissing you back?”
    That seemed to stump him. “Probably not.”
    “Interesting,” she mused in her sexiest voice, waiting for him to reach out again.
    Instead, h e leaned down and picked up her sandals, handing them over to her. “Sleep well.”
    Huh? Sleep? There was no chance that was going to happen, not as jazzed as she was feeling right now.
    He took what seemed like a reluctant step backward.
    “ That’s it?” she asked, wandering into unfamiliar territory. She’d never had to encourage a man who’d kissed her to take things further. It was usually the opposite.
    “What’s it?” he asked.
    “You kissed me, I kissed you back , and now you’re...”
    “ Saying goodnight,” he finished for her.
    “You’re not going to try to take things further?” She was curious now. Okay, that was a lie. She was turned on and totally into him.
    “You expect that I’ll try to sleep with you now.” It was a statement, not a question.
    “Isn’t that what the standardized test of human psychology and physiology would tell you to do?” She struggled to understand what was going on here. Was he saying he didn’t want to sleep with her?
    “If I was a caveman, sure.”
    “You’d drag me to your bed by the hair?”
    “Probably not by the hair. But, yeah, in my more primitive form, I wouldn’t care much whether you were willing or not.”
    An image bloomed in her mind of him scooping her up in his arms and whisking her up the stairs in his condo. It was sexy. It was compelling. She waited, hoping he’d make a move.
    But he took another step backward. “Lucky for you, I’m not a caveman.”
    “Lucky for me,” she echoed, knowing it wasn’t even remotely true.
    o o o o
    Morgan force d himself to avoid Amelia for the following week. Oh, he still heard her come home at night, still listened to her shower, her music, her wave sound app. But he didn’t dare let himself run into her.
    It had taken every ounce of restraint he could muster to walk away from her after their kiss. Caveman or not, he’d desperately wanted to haul her off to his bed and make love to her. Not that she would have said yes. That was just hopeful thinking on his part. And, if he’d pressed, it would have been embarrassing for them both.
    For a few days afterward, he didn’t trust that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself if he saw her again.
    Luckily, it was Saturday night now. She was sure to be at work, so it was safe for him to venture into the yard. May had turned into June, and the weather was going from warm to hot. He’d spend his Saturday morning bike riding in the hills and most of the afternoon at a karate dojo in town. It had taken a few false starts, but he’d finally found a club that seemed to suit his style of karate, more kata, less kumite, and no full-contact sparring. He liked the discipline of karate, the regular exercise, the feeling of self-confidence and mental control. He had no interest in fighting.
    He’d taken a quick shower at the club, and now he was looking forward to a dip in the pool along with a glass of wine. He’d figure out something to eat later on, maybe put on a classic movie. He didn’t really feel like doing much of anything tonight.
    Wearing a pair of loose, black bathing trunks, a towel over his shoulder and an open bottle of cabernet sauvignon in his hand, he eased open the door and walked onto the patio. Too late, he saw Amelia lounging in her own pool across the low fence.
    “Hi, Morgan,” she greeted cheerfully.
    He quickly cataloged his