Naughty or Nice by Kari Lee Harmon Read Free Book Online Page B

stop, drop and roll.” She couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of her mouth. She had no intention of sleeping with him and getting her heart broken, she just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. He’d been driving her crazy for days, and turnabout was fair play, after all.
    So long as she stayed in control.
    “Dance with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question, it was more of a command, and he pulled her to her feet before she could come up with a fathomable protest. The next thing she knew, she was in his arms, held tenderly as he fra med her with all his godliness.
    Control, control, control , she thought, but then he pressed his palm to the small of her back--her bare back--and moved her seamlessly around the dance floor. She stumbled, just as she feared she would, but he quickly pressed her tight against him. Her bulging cleavage flattened against the contours of his rock solid pectoral muscles, yet he continued to move without missing a beat.
    She, on the other hand, couldn’t inhale enough air.
    “I thought our bodies weren’t supposed to touch in a waltz?” She asked, swallowing hard, trying not to feel the play of his chest and thigh muscles as they moved beneath the fine material of his tuxedo, or the hard bulge of what was nestled against her. Mission accomplished. She’d definitely affected him. Glancing around, she tried to see if anyone was watching her, but no one paid them any attention. Obviously she wasn’t the first woman they’d seen him with in a precarious position.
    “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks, Ms. Darling,” he stated, as though reading her mind. “Certain situations call for a different technique. I wouldn’t want you to fall,” he whispered seductively close to her ear, his warm breath tickling the hairs on her neck.
    He smelled amazing. It made her dizzy with a hunger of a different kind. She leaned back and looked at him. “I can assure you, Mr. Snow, I have no intention of falling.”
    He nodded once, his eyes boring into hers. “Good. Then we’re on the same page.” His voice lowered to a husky decibel. “Because falling wouldn’t be good for your well-being.”
    “E-Exactly.” She nodded back, glad he understood she had no intention of taking this dance of flirtation any further than the dance floor. “Well, thank you.” She tried to step out of his embrace. “You’re--”
    “Not done.” He tightened his arms around her.
    “What do you mean, not done? What else is there to do?”
    “This.” His head swooped down and mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging deep to mate with her own.
    Stars exploded behind her eyes, and waves of heat rolled over her, sprinkling her skin with tiny prickly bumps. His cologne smelled expensive mixed with a spellbinding manly fragrance that was pure Nathan. And his heavily whiskered face felt rough yet thrilling against hers as his mouth worked magic.
    She couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel, and a desire more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced ripped through her body. Her knees caved out from under her, but she never hit t he floor.
    Strong arms tightened instantly, pressing her firmly against a solid wall of muscle, and her arms wrapped around his neck to hold on for dear life. After what felt like an eternity of sheer ecstasy, Nathan finally broke the kiss and set her down .
    Once he was sure she was steady on her feet, he stepped back and winked. “Told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”
    She just blinked at him, speechless, terrified it may already be too late.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    The next morning, the first thing on the agenda was to cut down a Christmas tree and put any thoughts of intimacy with Nathan out of her mind, Samantha decided. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop reliving that amazing kiss.
    Nathan strolled out of one delighted Betty of Betty’s Thrift Store owner’s shop and joined Samantha in front of Sal’s