Sweet Little Lies: Heartbreaker Bay Book 1 by Jill Shalvis Page A

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    And then . . . her poor-sighted, man-hater of a dog climbed right into Finn’s arms and melted like butter on a hot roll. Except minus the hot roll and add a hot guy.
    “I can’t believe it,” she said to herself, watching as Thor settled against Finn’s chest like he belonged there, setting his head on Finn’s broad shoulder.
    “You were saying?” he asked on a soft laugh.
    She stared at him, a little dazzled by the laugh. And then there was that stubble and she wondered . . . if hekissed her now and then nuzzled her throat like he had the other night, would it leave a whisker burn?
    She wouldn’t mind that . . . “Do you have a dog?” she asked.
    “No, but someday,” he said, reminding her of what Willa had told her, that he wanted a house outside the city and a big dog.
    “So what are you doing today?” he asked.
    She pointed to the box. “Unpacking some more.”
    “And you say
I
need a fun whisperer,” he teased.
    “You were asleep at your desk,” she said. “My statement stands. You most definitely need a fun whisperer.”
    “I’ll put fun on my calendar, how’s that sound?”
    She laughed. “Planning the fun kinda takes the fun out of fun. And anyway, maybe it’s also about adventure. Spontaneous adventure.”
    “I don’t know,” he murmured, watching her as he still stroked Thor into a pleasure coma. “I can think of a few things that if planned right, would be the epitome of fun
and
adventurous.”
    She lifted her gaze from her dog’s contented face to Finn’s and found his eyes warm and lit with something. Amusement? Challenge? “Like?”
    He set Thor down, back in the sunspot, and rising to his full height, shifted toward Pru.
    She backed up a step, a purely instinctual move because while her body knew how badly it wanted him, her mind was all too well aware that it was a colossally stupid move of the highest order.
    He merely stepped forward again, backing her flush to the brick wall lining the courtyard.
    Her breathing had gone ragged. Even more so whenhe leaned into her with his hands on either side of her head. “You’re a contradiction,” he murmured. “A push pull.”
    “Maybe it’s because we’re oil and water,” she managed.
    Hands still on her, blocking her escape—not that she wanted to escape those strong arms and that talented mouth—he flashed her a hot look. “Do you want this, Pru?”
    She wasn’t one hundred percent certain what “this” was, but she
was
one hundred percent certain that she wanted it. And God help her, she wanted it bad, too. When she gave a jerky nod, his hand came up and cupped her jaw, his fingers sliding into her hair, his thumb slowly, lazily, rasping over her lower lip. He watched the movement with a heat that made her legs wobble.
    She swallowed hard. “We’re in the center of the courtyard.”
    “What happened to adventurous?” he murmured, his thumb making another slow, intoxicating pass over her lip.
    As always, her mouth worked independently of her brain and opened so she could sink her teeth lightly into the pad of his thumb.
    He hissed in a breath. The sound egged her on and she sucked his thumb between her lips.
    His eyes dilated to black.
    Yeah. Suddenly she was feeling very . . . adventurous. Before she could stop herself, her arms encircled his broad shoulders, her fingers sinking into his hair.
    This wrenched a low, sexy “mmmm” from him like he was a big, rumbling wildcat. A big, rumbly wildcatwho clearly wanted more because he drew her up against him and lowered his lips to hers.
    Meeting him halfway, she went up on her tiptoes. He slid a hand up her back to palm the back of her neck, holding her right where he wanted her. Then and only then did his mouth finally cover hers, his kiss slow and sweet.
    After, he pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling at whatever he saw—probably dazed lust. He kissed her again,
not
slow and most definitely
not
sweet this time. Again he ended it too soon but when he