Flirting With Disaster (Camelot 3)

“So it would seem. I told Caleb.” She paused, then confessed, “And Cassie, too. So I guess probably half of Camelot knows by now. I hope that’s not a problem. It was sort of an accident. If you can count Cassie as an accident. Which I do.”

“Did your b-brother fflip out?”

“No. Why would he flip out?”

“Because he’s your b-brother.”

“He likes you.”

“He did like m-me. I’d expect him to change his m-mind once he ffound out what I d-did to you in the c-car.”

Katie made a disgusted face. “I wouldn’t tell him that. He threatened bodily harm if you hurt my feelings, but I think he’s on your side.”

“I’ll just have to avoid hurting your ffeelings.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She rose on tiptoe and kissed him, the fingers of her condom-free hand threading through his damp hair. When her lips parted, he pulled her closer with one arm around her back and deepened the kiss, trying not to wonder if there was any chance he could get through the case and out of this thing he’d started without hurting her.

Maybe, if they could keep their emotions out of it. But he was starting to worry he’d been kidding himself about that. He’d done casual before, and it didn’t feel like this. Which made kissing her a truly awful idea.

He should really stop.

She made a noise low in her throat and pressed her hips into him. Stopping wasn’t in his power, not when her mouth was so hot and soft and responsive, and her hands on the back of his head tugged him closer, digging into his hair to hold him in place.

Sean slid his free hand behind her again, only this time he managed to get it inside the back waistband of her jeans. A tight fit, but he made the most of it, wedging his fingers between resistant denim and … cold skin. Katie was wet and freezing.

That knocked some sense into him, and he broke off the kiss. “Is there a way for me t-to get you to take off your p-pants that’s n-not going to end with the two of us rolling around on the floor like s-sex-starved k-kids?”

She stared at him with her lips parted, her eyes slightly glazed. His hard-on upgraded from uncomfortable to painful under the influence of that look.

“Don’t you have a bedroom?” she finally asked.

“We’ve got wuh-work to do, honey.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and began pushing them down her hips. “If you want to work,” she said, “you might want to try not to look at my underwear.”

Sean caught a flash of bright red. Teeny-tiny. His balls started to ache, and he decided the best course was to avert his eyes and hold out his hand. After a few seconds, she put something pointy-edged in it. He squeezed experimentally. The condoms.

“Funny, C-clark.” He dropped them to the floor, and she gave him her jeans. Her shirt was long enough to cover her ass, but just barely.

He could control himself. Just barely.

“C-come on through to the k-kitchen. I’ll throw these in the d-dryer.”

She started to follow him, but he lost her halfway there. When he turned to check why, she was staring open-mouthed at the living room.

“Whoa,” she said.

His fist rose to his chest, rubbing at a knot that wasn’t there. “Yeah.”

“Are these all your mom’s books?”

He nodded.

“Your mom had a lot of books.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“A lot of books. I mean, there’s books and then there’s books. This is …”