The Hometown Hero Returns by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online Page B

arms. Her crying slowly ceased as she became more aware of him.
    â€œAll I’m asking is that you at least try. ” His rough whisper so near her ear caused her to still in sudden sensual awareness.
    â€œI’m not sure I know how, Marc. It seems like too much, thinking about some of this stuff.” She sniffed and turned her face into his shirt. “It’s so…”
    â€œWhat?” he asked quietly.
    He cupped the back of her head. She leaned back and looked up at him.
    â€œBig. Intimidating.”
    â€œI’m bigger.”
    She went entirely still when she saw his slow, potent smile cast in moonlight.
    â€œDon’t be so cocky,” she admonished, even though she couldn’t help but smile at his immodesty.
    He chuckled and pressed her head back to his chest. “I only meant that I’m stubborn, and more than willing to try.” Neither of them spoke for a pregnant moment. “As far as strength goes, I think you’re underestimating yourself, Mari. All I’m asking is that you give us a chance. All I’m asking is that you don’t run.”
    He must have sensed her uncertainty, because he spoke coaxingly near her ear.
    â€œJust agree to see me, spend time with me, for the next week or so.”
    â€œThat’s all?” she asked doubtfully.
    He drew her against his hard length, making sure she wasn’t left in doubt of his desire for her.
    â€œI want you. I always have. I’ve never made a secret of it…not that I could.” She glanced up at him to see his small smile. “But I’ll go at your pace. As long as I know you’re not running, I’ll be happy. Well…at least pacified.”
    She sighed. She wished she could know it if was right, wished she could be certain.
    â€œTake a risk, Mari.”
    Her gaze leaped to meet his. Was he a mind reader?
    â€œAll right,” she whispered. “But I can’t guarantee anything. And I want to take things slowly…test out the waters.” See what kind of effect our being seen together has on your family and friends like Eric and Natalie Reyes, she added privately. She grimaced at her thought, realizing Marc was right to suggest she considered everyone else’s feelings before her own.
    He pulled her closer. He didn’t say anything, but she found herself wondering if he thought the same thing she did. They’d learned fifteen years ago that life was tenuous. People who thought happiness was guaranteed, that security was a certainty, were living in a dream.
    But did that mean the dream wasn’t worth seeking?
    Mari didn’t know the answer to that. So she did the best she could. She put her arms around Marc’s waist and tried to exist on the knife’s edge between doubt and desire. Despite her uncertainties, she became focused on the sensation of Marc’s body against hers. She closed her eyes. For a few delicious moments, she was only aware of the soothing sound of the gentle surf and Marc’s spicy male scent.
    She opened her heavy eyelids when he murmured her name. Much to her amazement, she found herself nuzzling his neck just above his collar, exploring the textures of his skin against her lips. He felt so good. Tasted so good, she added to herself when the tip of her tongue sampled him. He said her name again, more insistently this time. She leaned back and saw the gleam in his eyes as he stared down at her upturned face.
    She waited with sharp anticipation while he slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t a chaste kiss, but it was gentle…a promise of passion rather than the thing itself, a sweetness to be savored on her searching lips. She craned up for more of his taste and cried out softly when he lifted his head, depriving her.
    â€œWe’d better go,” he said, his voice ragged.
    â€œWhat? Oh…okay,” Mari murmured, feeling bereft in the absence of Marc’s tender kiss.