Luring Lucy by Lori Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

toward the back aisle wherethe meat was kept. She moved along like a zombie, caught in a sensual trance.
    â€œBram.” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to contain her heat. “You really were thinking about me?”
    As he examined a package of steaks, Bram said idly, “Yeah. You. Naked.” He glanced at her. “I’m obsessed.”
    Heat flooded over her, counteracting the too-cold artificial air. Lucy quickly looked around, but no one was listening. There were only two other people in the store besides the salesclerk, and they were in the farthest corner contemplating a variety of fishing lures.
    â€œBram,” she chastised, unwilling to even consider what he might think if he saw her totally unclothed. She was almost forty. She’d had two kids. And she had no spare time to invest in working out, as he did.
    Bram drew his attention away from the steaks, took in her flustered expression, and grinned. His large hand curled around the nape of her neck, and he drew her close. Against her lips he murmured, “I can’t wait to see all of you, honey. I expect it’ll take me a good long time to look my fill, so you might as well start preparing for it.”
    Lucy was going to tell him to hush, but he kissed her. Not a killer kiss like earlier, just a nice, soft pressing of his mouth, so warm, so gentle. She leaned into his chest and returned the kiss, wanting so much more.
    Bram stroked her cheek and smiled at her. “Damn, I shouldn’t start this here.”
    â€œNo, you shouldn’t,” she managed to say with less than realistic conviction.
    â€œThe cold made your nipples hard,” he informed her in a whisper, and bold as you please, he dragged one knuckle over her left breast, teasing the taut tip.
    Lucy’s breath caught, the touch was so electric. She felt the sweet, aching pull of desire everywhere, but especially between her thighs. She started to turn away, and Bram caught her shoulder. “No, don’t abandon me. I’ve got a boner and it’s just a little noticeable.”
    She glanced down and then quickly closed her eyes.
Little
was not an apt part of the description.
    Bram grinned at her. “I’ll stay behind you.”
    Lucy started to nod, not seeing any other recourse, but he just had to go and breathe real close to her ear, “It’s a favorite position of mine anyway.”
    She turned and stalked away, figuring he could either follow her or not. If she’d stood there one second longer, the look on her face would have given her away and everyone in the store and outside would have known what she had on her mind.
    When she reached the counter, Bram’s warm breath touched her nape, assuring her he had indeed followed. When she got him home . . .
    She drew up short on that thought, uncertain exactly how to proceed. And equally uncertain as to what he’d expect.
    Bram reached around her, putting not only the steaks on the countertop but two large baking potatoes and two ears of corn as well. Where he’d snagged them she didn’t know, and she wasn’t about to ask him. It’d be just her luck that her voice wouldn’t work and she’d squeak like a ninny.
    Then she
did
squeak, when Bram leaned into her and she felt the full hard length of him against her bottom. He pointed to a T-shirt hanging on the wall and said, “An extra large, please.”
    The shirt read: WET AND WILD and included a logo from a popular brand of skis. It was also long enough to cover his fly. Lucy sighed in relief. Out of sight,
not quite out of mind
, but at least she ought to be able to stop staring.
    The two women they’d passed on the way in were sitting on the edge of the dock when they walked back out. Lucy knew they were waiting and almost resented them, but when she glanced at Bram she couldn’t blame them. She’d have waited for another peek, too.
    â€œA few years ago,” Bram