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“I’ll let you know what he says when I actually tell him. I don’t expect it to go well.”
“Maybe he’ll understand if you tell him how much you love your car stuff.”
“He knows. He thinks I’m just fooling around. But we don’t need to talk about that. I’d much rather hear more about you.”
Conversation flowed well into the night, effortlessly. Hard to believe they were at each other’s throats just a few days ago. He’d known she was something special the second he laid eyes on her. And if that kiss was any indication, she felt it, too.
* * *
Jilly reluctantly pressed the end button on her call with Colin. Three hours can sure fly by when you’re talking with someone who really gets you. They may come from different worlds, but he was probably the first man to ever truly try to understand her. They just clicked and she couldn’t wait to see him again.
And kiss him, too.
Charlene peeked her head into Jilly’s bedroom. “About time you hung up. Now I can finally go to sleep.”
Jilly threw a small pillow at her. “You have no right to complain! Do you know how many nights I laid here praying you and Eddie would stop doing it so I could sleep?”
“I’m guessing there will be some payback soon. Should I invest in earplugs?”
Knowing what Colin’s kisses did to her body, Jilly couldn’t even imagine what sex would be like with him. Mind-blowing.
“So when do I get to meet Mr. Moneybags? Does he have any single hot friends he can hook me up with?”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely! Who wouldn’t want a rich hottie?”
“I’m hardly even hooked up with him myself. I can’t ask him to hook you up.”
“Fine. I’ll wait a little while. But once you guys are official, it will be your duty to hook a sister up.”
Jilly shook her head. “Sure.”
Charlene went back to her room and Jilly readied herself for bed. But once the lights were off, instead of thinking about what new pastry concoctions she could come up with, as usual, she thought about Colin. Those eyes, that smile…his delectable lips. She could feel his arms around her, his chest beneath her fingertips. Strong and solid. She wasn’t a girl who fantasized about any man, but she sure as hell was fantasizing about this one.
Damn you, Charlene!
Sex hadn’t been on Jilly’s mind, but it was now. She couldn’t stop her brain from envisioning it, so vivid she could almost feel it. Chest to chest, face to face, her legs wrapped around him, one of his hands holding both of hers above her head.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 7
Colin woke before his alarm and tried to go about his routine without rushing, but he couldn’t help it. He was out the door and waiting at The Rhubarb by 6:45 a.m. It didn’t open until seven.
Finally Jilly rounded the corner, that gorgeous hair in waves. His groin tightened just thinking about the kiss they were going to have in about sixty seconds.
“Good morning,” he said as she stepped toward him, her sweet scent surrounding him.
“Good morning to you, too.” Her gaze met his, a shy smile.
She pushed her key into the lock, a simple task that seemed to take forever. He followed behind as she entered the cafe, resisting an intense urge to touch her. She switched the Closed sign to Open and flipped the light switch.
“Do you want some coffee and a—”
He couldn’t wait a second longer. Colin curled his hands around Jilly’s waist and pulled her against his chest. He buried his face in her neck, tasting her supple skin. She spun in his arms, letting her purse fall to the floor, and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips to his. He lifted her up, fingers pressing into the firm flesh of her ass. Her legs locked around his waist and he loved the feeling of her wrapped around his body.
He moved to the front counter and set her on it, not caring that this was probably a health code violation. As they kissed, her hands moved from
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