Emergency Attraction (Love Emergency 3)

“Hush. She’ll be fine.”

“All right. Let us take you and Bill to dinner next week as a thank-you.”

“No need.” Cheryl kissed the top of April’s head. “You want to thank us, just give us another one of these.”

…

Sinclair peered downstairs to find Shane standing alone in the middle of the living room. “Where is everyone?”

He met her at the foot of the stairs, and she couldn’t help noticing the little gleam in his eye. “Gone.”

“Seriously? Even Mom?”

He nodded and absently stretched, raising his arms over his head and causing his T-shirt to ride up so she caught a glimpse of rippling abs. “Even your mom.”

“Well, jeez.” She let her eyes stray to the front of his jeans for a second—just long enough to put a depraved flutter in her stomach. It was very quiet. Was April napping? Maybe they could squeeze in some grown-up time if they hurried. She set the freshwater pearl and rock crystal necklace she’d fetched from her jewelry box down on an end table. “Guess she didn’t want to borrow this after all.”

“She decided to borrow something else instead.” He took her hand and led her through the living area to the dining room, stopping to pick up one of April’s pacifiers from under the table. Sinclair opened her mouth to ask what her mom had borrowed, but got distracted by the way the move showcased his ass. His jeans rode low, revealing twin dimples bracketing the base of his spine and a generous band of pale skin below his tan line. Was he wearing underwear? She envisioned licking the enticing area from dimple to dimple and then tugging his jeans down and sinking her teeth into unprotected flesh.

When he straightened, she forced her tongue down from the roof of her mouth. “Something of Savannah’s?”

He tossed the pacifier onto the table. “Nope.”

Before she could follow up on that cryptic reply, he went on. “Did you enjoy the spa?”

“I did.” Then, because he was looking at her like he knew she’d been thinking about biting his ass, she turned to face him and slowly smiled. “What’s not to enjoy about having a brawny blond named Eric massage all my kinks out?”

A scowl carved a notch between his brows. “I can think of several things, actually.” He stepped close, trapping her between the table and his body. “Exactly where were these kinks?”

“Hmm, you know. Here and there…ohhh…” Her breath whooshed out when he reached under her skirt, and big, capable hands squeezed her ass.

His lips menaced her ear. “Here? You feel a little tight right here.”

“Um. Gosh, he might not have gotten out all my kinks.”

“Good help is so hard to find.” His grip relaxed, then tightened again, bringing her up on her toes. “I guess I’ll have to finish the job.”

“I guess you will. Where’s April?”

“Your mom borrowed her.” As he spoke, he kneaded her flesh, setting off hot waves of sensation that rolled through her, making it impossible for her to focus on his words.

“I don’t understand.” Her vision blurred as his fingers followed the line of her thong. “B-borrowed her?”

He nodded, and his unshaven jaw tickled skin. “Just for tonight.”

“Oh.” Uncertainty flared at the prospect of the baby spending the night without them but subsided as Shane read her mind and murmured, “She’ll be fine.”

She would. Of course, she would, and it was sweet of him to plan an evening for them together. Then a muscular thigh slid between hers, and all thoughts of sweetness flew out of her head. He lifted her closer, so her breasts crashed into his chest. A long, thick ridge settled heavily against her stomach. She couldn’t hold back a moan.

“So, about those kinks…”

She reached between their bodies and slipped her hand into his jeans. Hallelujah, no underwear. He shuddered as she closed her fist around him. “I’m afraid they’re quite extensive.”

“No problem.” He took her hands and linked them around his neck then hauled her into his arms. Her skirt rode up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I planned for that.”

She leaned in and bestowed little bites along his jaw. “Did you?”

“You know me. Close your eyes.”