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FREE READS By Lizzie T. Leaf CHAPTER SEVEN After getting several hours sleep, Amanda wasn’t sure why she’d been ready to fight with Rand about his insisting on staying at the clinic with her. The promise of a beautiful day took away any resentment she had on his determination to help. She couldn’t remember the last time a man cared enough to inconvenience himself for her. Once she made sure Max was still of this world and improving and left her day-time assistant with instructions on his care, Rand took her to breakfast and then dropped her off at her house. They made another date for the dinner that didn’t happen last night. Glad to have the work day over, she rushed home to get ready for her dinner date. When she took her purse and shawl into the living room, she realized how much she missed Alistair. He’d been there in her last attempt at dating. For some reason, she thought he might like Rand better than he did her last selection. “Silly little dog, why did you run away. I didn’t think you’d break my heart like your human counterparts.” Still, it was odd that a man came into her life with a name so close to the one she’d selected for the dog that ran in front of her car. Was fate directing her here? Gave a girl goose bumps to think along those lines. A knock on the door told her Rand was as prompt as last night. Let’s hope there are no emergency phone calls tonight. Amanda’s hand trembled in her attempt to fit the key in the lock. Would he kiss her goodnight? Her mind dwelled on that thought most of the night as she watched his full sensuous mouth smile, chew, laugh and talk. She hoped for a deep toe tingling, lip scorching smooch that set her soul on fire. Maybe she’d had too much wine tonight, which was taking her down a dangerous path. Her thoughts were entrenched in sex. Talk about sex on the brain. Lord, if the man didn’t accept her offer to come in for a nightcap she might have to jump his bones right here on the porch. The neighbors around here would probably throw some popcorn in the microwave and drag out their lawn chairs for the free show. Rand’s fingers brushed against the back of her neck and she jumped. Damn. She needed to stop acting like a schoolgirl on her first date. “Would you like to come in for coffee or a brandy?” There, that sounded like the sophisticated woman she didn’t feel like at this moment. “I’d love a cup of coffee. Here, let me get the door for you.” His strong fingers took the key from her and inserted into the keyhole without a problem. Well, he was a man and use to inserting things in holes. Shit, she had to get her mind out of the gutter. She dropped her purse and headed for the kitchen. Rand followed and while she emptied the coffee pot of morning leftovers, he pulled coffee and filters from the cabinet. How odd. He seemed to know the lay out of her kitchen because he reached into the exact cabinet for cups. “You’re spooking me.” “How so?” He pulled his head from the refrigerator and looked at her, a puzzled expression on his chiseled face. “You know where everything is without asking. The first time someone helps in the kitchen is usually a game of fifty questions on where to find stuff.” Did she see his grin slip or were her eyes playing tricks. A nervous flutter ran across her stomach. “You haven’t been stalking me have you?” Laughter danced in his eyes. “I thought you saw me sitting here watching you each day.” Okay. He thought she was being silly and was teasing her. Two could play that game. “No, that would have been my dog.” She put in the last scope of coffee and hit the brew button. “Amanda.” Rand stood behind her, his breath warm on her hair. Her throat tightened to the point she wasn’t sure any words she attempted would come out. Finally, a strangled, “Yes,” managed to escape. Strong masculine arms slipped around her waist and his hands caressed her stomach. From the gush of moisture collecting between her legs, she’d just creamed her pants. It had been a long time…no, make that never, when a man’s touch had this effect on her. “Kiss me, Mandy.” His hoarse command against her ear was just what the doctor ordered. Turning to face him, her lips met his and offered no resistance when his tongue sought entry into her mouth. After a few minutes of an intense tongue war, she had to come up for air. “Wow, you’re some kisser.” “I’m more than that, if you’d like to find out.” Her heart pounded louder than a kettle drum against her ribs. “I bet you are.” She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Screw the coffee. If they wanted a cup later, they’d heat it up. Probably one of the reasons microwaves were invented to begin with. A quick trip to the bathroom would be nice, but it would also give her intended victim the chance to change his mind. After an evening of lots of wine and drooling over the hunk across the table from her, there was no way in hell she’d give him an opening to escape. Her clothes came off before she made it to the bed and looking across to the other side, she saw Rand in the same state of undress. His cock standing at full attention, waved at her and a vision of whipped cream with a cherry on top danced through her head. Maybe next time, because for some reason she knew this would be more than a one night fling. “Mandy?” Rand lay on the bed, his hand stretched out to her. “Have you changed your mind?” Suddenly, Amanda felt shy. No, she hadn’t changed her mind, but maybe she needed to slow down. She didn’t want him to think she jumped into bed with every first date and this was their first real date. Taking the offered hand, she let Rand pull her down against him. His kiss sent shock waves down to her toes. When his lips started the journey along her neck to her breasts, Amanda was afraid she’s pass out from pleasure. Yes, it had been a long time since she participated in an evening of sex, but this went way beyond that. With this man, she wanted to make love. “Oh.” A gasp escaped when his teeth slid over the nipple of her left breast. Her breasts were sensitive and there were times in the past she’d almost achieved an orgasm from her partner’s stimulation of her nipples, but never this close to the edge. As Rand worked the tender buds with his mouth, his fingers tracked down to the vee between her thighs. When he inserted a finger into her wet slit, she couldn’t stop the shudder that raged through her body. Good heavens, he’d barely touched her clit and she’d exploded like a fireworks display into which someone tossed a match. He moved his body up and claimed her mouth again. The erection she saw when they first undressed seemed, if possible, to have grown larger. The man had no issues in the equipment department. His cock slipped between her thighs and rubbed back and forth. If he kept that up for much longer, she’d go off again. That would be a first for her. She wasn’t a multi-orgasm kind of gal. His fingers kneaded her ass and ran down the crack between her cheeks, one playing around her anus. Amanda stiffened and he seemed to sense she didn’t want to go there. She relaxed when his hands moved to her thighs in long slow strokes. “Rand, I want to feel you inside me.” “Not as much as I want to be inside you.” He lifted up and positioned his long body between her knees, his pulsing organ tickling her pubic hairs. “I’ve dreamed about this since the moment I laid eyes on you.” In one thrust, he buried his shaft in her heat and she welcomed each powerful thrust. Amanda felt the tension building in her body and when the spasms of another orgasm hit, she gave in to the pleasure of the release. A moan from Rand told her he’d reached his peak and she felt his seed spill into her. Damn, they should have used a condom. Well, nothing she could do about it right now. She sighed with contentment as Rand covered them with a blanket and snuggled her close. He did the male thing of falling asleep after sex and it wasn’t long before she joined him. |