VINA IN VENICE (THE 5 SISTERS) by Kimberley Reeves Read Free Book Online

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
    Chapter 3
    Thirty years old and he couldn’t remember ever being nervous at the prospect of spending the evening with a beautiful young woman.  So why was he suffering from a bad case of the jitters now?  Vina had been to his house more times than he could count .  She’d even spent the night in one of the guest rooms on several occasions , although that usually resulted in a frustrating and restless night for him. 
    Lights bounced across his living room wall when Vina turned into his driveway , flicking off a moment later .  Travis tilted his head, mentally tracing her movements by the sound of her soft tread as she climbed the stairs to his deck .  He heard her shuffle across the deck, and then t wo dull thuds when Vina kicked her shoes off just outside the sliding glass door .   She paused for second , as she always did, and breathed in the scent of the ocean before pushing the screen door open and slipping inside.
    His pulse accelerated when she spied him and angled a warm smile his way.   What was it about this woman that made his heart pound and his breathe come up short?   Granted, Vina was beautiful, but he’ d dated a lot of women who were equally beautiful and much more sophisticated.   The sultry femme fatales he usually spent time with were tall and thin; sheer elegance from the tip of their painted toe nails to the top of their glossy , bleach-blonde roots.  
    Vina was down to earth .  She was … real .  Maybe that ’s what he found so appealing about her ; there was no pretension in anything she said or did, no hidden agenda, no cold calculation in her approach to their relationship.   And there was no need for pretense on his part either, no practiced lines or forced compliments to be doled out at regular intervals .   Vina neither wanted nor expected to be flattered, which was a source of amusement for Travis , because even the smallest of compliments brought a rush of color to her cheeks.
    His eyes made an appreciative sweep over her curvaceous form.  She looked exceptionally lovely today in a pair of snug blue jeans that emphasized her narrow waist and the womanly flair of her hips.  The stretchy knit sweater that hugged her generous breasts was the same shade of dusty rose that colored her lips .  I t made him ache to touch her in a way that had nothing to do with friendship and everything to do with satisfying his need to possess Vina and make her his own . 
    She was n’t wearing any make-up and had pulled her long hair back into a ponytail, making her look