It's All Geek to Me (Nerds & Geeks Book 3) by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online

sofa?”
    “Either that or my bed.”
    “You didn’t specify the sofa?”
    Laughing softly, she put down her cards. “I thought you didn’t believe in any of this?”
    “I didn’t. I don’t. But being here with you tonight is pretty unbelievable, too, so maybe I’ve entered some alternate universe, after all.”
    “Let’s go with that. Game’s over.” She leaned across the table and scooped his pile of cards into hers. “You won.” Stacking the cards, she picked up the rubber band and fastened it around the deck.
    “Because you were focused on Hercules instead of the cards, right?”
    “Right.”
    “Thanks for taking the fall.” Heart pounding, he started to get up.
    “Better stay there while I go find out where he landed.”
    He sat down and mentally crossed his fingers that Hercules was sound asleep on the sofa. But when she didn’t come back right away, he had a bad feeling the cat was curled up smack dab in the middle of her bed. As the minutes dragged by, he pictured her returning with Hercules nestled in her arms again, ready to sit through another game of War.
    Then he erased that mental image. He didn’t believe he could make something happen by thinking about it, but to be on the safe side, might as well not think about what he didn’t want to happen and concentrate on what he wanted. Or rather, who he wanted.
    And because he wanted her, he would need to remove all her bothersome clothing that would only be in the way. Maybe he should start by taking off her TGIF shoes, although pulling her fuzzy red sweater over her head had a lot of appeal, too. But he couldn’t peel off her sexy slacks that fit so nicely over her sweet tush until the shoes were gone.
    If he had to make a guess, he’d say her underwear would be lacy. Anyone who wore shoes like that every Friday would own some fancy panties and bras. In interesting colors, too.
    The sound of her footsteps jacked up his heart rate. But when she walked into the kitchen another part of him jacked up immediately. He was out of his chair before he realized it.
    She didn’t have a cat in her arms but she did have a blanket. “He’s asleep on the bed, so we’ll have to improvise.”
    “We can . . . we can do that.” He could barely breathe, let alone speak. He could see why she’d been gone so long. Except for a filmy gown that hid absolutely nothing, she was naked.
    She put the blanket on the table and spread out her arms. “Too over the top?”
    “No. Never.” His hungry gaze took in a glimpse of her full breasts and her erect nipples. He grabbed the blanket. “Did you close the bedroom door?”
    “Of course.”
    “Did you bring any –”
    “Right here.” Three condoms rested in her palm. “Is that too many?”
    “The way I’m feeling right now, it might not be enough. Where do you want the blanket?”
    “I think the floor. We could fall off the sofa.”
    “Agreed.” He followed her out of the kitchen and noticed she’d also dimmed the lights.
    “I’ll spread out the blanket. You need to get undressed.”
    “Trust me, that won’t take long.” As he toed off his shoes and wrenched off his shirt, he wondered what had happened to the guy who used to pride himself on being in control in situations like this. Gone, apparently, because he couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough.
    Usually he didn’t mind ditching his glasses, but in this case he hated to. He wanted to be able to see . . . everything. But loving her the way he had in mind wouldn’t work with glasses.
    She took some throw pillows from the sofa and laid them across the top of the blanket. Then she stretched out on her back on the blanket, a pillow under her head. “How’re you doing up there?”
    “Trying not to fall down while I get out of my pants.” Those words had never come out of his mouth. He’d been so suave, so James Bond. He finally divested himself of the last bit, including his socks, and dropped to his knees on the blanket, panting. “I