imagine why Kit would need two vehicles.
"I sold it , " Kit answered as her eyes looked back to the old vehicle. Already she missed her dependable, clean and roomy Suburban.
"You sold it for that?" Cole shook his head in disbelief. Seeing Kit's frown of annoyance, he quickly changed the subject.
"I was hoping to take you three ladies to the park for an ice cream , " Cole invited, his eyes held on Kit, waiting for her response.
"Oh can w e, Mommy!" Sarah begged, her blond e curls bobbing erratically.
" Pleas e, Kit!" Megan chimed in. Both girls danced around Kit, their antics making her momentarily dizzy.
"Okay!" Kit surrendered with a laugh.
T hirty minutes later , both girls were swinging happily at the park, each with an ice cream cone in hand. Cole and Kit sat together on a park bench beneath a large oak tree, watching the girls.
"I wish you would have let me buy you an ice cream , " Cole said for the third time as he eagerly munched the last of his cone.
" Thank s, Cole, but I never eat ice cream." Kit smiled and leaned back lazily in the bench.
"I can't believe you don't like ice cream. Everyone likes ice cream."
"Oh, I never said I disliked ice cream. In fact, I can honestly say i t’s one of my favorite foods."
"You're allergic?" Cole licked his fingers and looked over at Kit.
"No , " Kit smiled softly.
" Dam m i t, Kit," Cole said suddenly, reality dawning. "Don't tell me you didn't have one because of the calories!" Her shy smile told him his guess was on the mark.
"Kit, what could one harmless ice cream do?"
"Cole, look at me, do I look as if I need an ice cream?" The moment the words slipped ou t, she instantly regretted them. Her face flushed in embarrassment.
"What are you talking about?" Cole frowned.
"I'm , chubby , " a gain Kit flushed. Cole boldly appraised her body.
"Not chubby, voluptuous." A slow smile swept over Cole's face. His voice was low and raspy. "I find your body extremely appealing."
Kit looked away nervously. She was unable to comment on Cole's opinion.
Discussing her body was too persona l , and dammit , she was the one that brought up the subject.
"Kit," Cole said soft l y. "Although I haven't said anything in weeks, it doesn't mean I haven't thought about it." Kit refused to look Cole in the eyes. She s imply stared at her hands folded on her lap.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." Cole's right hand reached out and gently traced Kit's shoulder with his finger tips. "God, your body was designed for pleasure. You're a healthy woman and I'm damn sure you desire me. Why are you fighting it? We're two adults, not kids. It could be good between us. Hell, it would be hot." The girls were still swinging, their backs to their parents, so they couldn’t see the intimate way in which Cole touched Kit.
"Cole, you're ta l king about sex , " Kit said quietly.
"Damn right. What's wrong with that? Sex is a natural part of life. Why should we deny ourselves of something that could bring us each incredible pleasure? I want you Kit. I want to know what it feels like to be deep inside you when you come."
"Cole! Please stop talking like that !" Kit's hand restlessly brushed back the windblown bangs fluttering over her forehead.
"I'll stop talking about it, but I'll never stop thinking about it. Nor will I stop wanting you." Abruptl y, Cole captured Kit's chin in his grip and pulled her face to his. "I have just two questions for you." Cole said gruffly , his dark eyes searched Kit's face.
"What?" Kit asked meekly. She was unable to move her face as Cole held it securely in his grasp.
"Are you sexually attracted to me?" Cole demanded. Kit refused to answer and attempted to turn away. Abruptl y, Cole jerked her face back to his. "Answer me!"
" Ye s, but that doesn't mean anything. I might be sexually attracted to hundreds of men!"
"Kit, name one other man you know that you are currently sexually attracted to."
She thought a moment and then blurted out the name of her favorite
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