The Bachelor's Baby (Bachelor Auction Book 3) by Dani Collins Read Free Book Online

sweetheart.”
    He closed in. Warm male lips brushed hers, giving her a moment to savor the sensation of smooth, sensitive skin rubbing lightly against her own. Then he pressed with more purpose, enticed her into parting her lips and playing her mouth against his in delicious rubs as he gradually settled into the kiss. He stole over her so skillfully, she was caught and held before she realized how completely he owned her.
    She thought—
    Actually, there were no thoughts in her head. Just his scent and the warm dampness of his strong mouth exploring hers. The tip of his tongue briefly tagged her inner lip. Their breaths hissed quietly as their breathing changed. His cheek was smooth enough not to snag her knit gloves, making her want to pull them off so she could run her fingers into his hair.
    She slanted her head, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Pressing the back of his skull to encourage more pressure.
    His free hand settled on the side of her neck, thumb stroking deliciously under her throat while he pulled at her bottom lip, his flagrant sucking making arousal bloom down her front, spiking her nipples into sharper peaks and spearing hot need between her thighs. Oh man, did she want to go home with him.
    And he was drawing back, making her primal core weep.
    “What do you think?” he asked in a voice that was like a velvety summer breeze caressing her naked skin.
    She made herself sit straight, breath unsteady and way too revealing of his effect on her. Her fingertips pressed her buzzing lips, trying to calm the rest of her.
    “I didn’t realize it was that kind of test,” she said, voice papery.
    “It’s not. Come over for a drink if you just want to throw off the shackles for a while. I wasn’t trying to see if you put out. But if we were going to fizzle, I figured here was a better place for it.”
    Fizzle? She choked on a laugh, mildly horrified by that phrase ‘put out,’ and even more horrified by how disappointed she would be if he left her here instead of taking her to his place.
    “Do you think we fizzled?”
    “Ha! No,” he said firmly, making her tuck a grin into her collar.
    It was gratifying and flattering, but…
    “You do this a lot, don’t you?” she asked in a voice that came out smaller than she meant it to. “Pick up women, I mean.”
    Silence as he eased back into his own seat, then he sighed. “I’m not good at relationships, Meg. A lot of it was the nature of my job, but the truth is, I’ve never seen myself married with kids and the whole nine yards. But I like women and I like sex.” His jacket shifted as he shrugged and made himself more comfortable behind the wheel. “What do you want me to say? That I’ve never taken a woman home? You’d be the first here. Does that help?”
    “I’ve never done it,” she said, then hurried to add, “I mean, I’ve had relationships. Just not, um, such a brief one.”
    Somewhere along the way, maybe because she had friends that she respected who sometimes had one-night stands, she had developed a sense that they could be empowering. She didn’t feel emboldened, though. She felt insecure. Longing gripped her, like she was wishing for something she would never get.
    “That’s not the sort of first I’d like to be for a woman,” he said dryly. “Don’t change your values for me, Meg. Call me the next time you’re in town and we’ll do lunch in Great Falls.” He put the truck into drive.
    “No, wait—” She covered his gloved hand with her own, could sense the strength in his firm grip of the stick. This evening couldn’t end with her packing and nursing What If . “I’m really attracted to you, Linc. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t go home with you.”
    He studied her in the blue gloom off the dash for a long moment.
    “Sure?”
    “I am.”
    He reversed back onto the road.
    *
    Linc was experiencing something new himself and wasn’t sure what he thought about it. He hadn’t been glib when he’d told Meg he