Dead Sexy - Kimberly Raye

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maybe it wasn’t her first thought.

      Number one? Oh, no.

      She became keenly aware of the raggedy old tee and baggy jeans she’d pulled on prior to leaving the house. Shapeless. Unattractive. The perfect attire for stripping and painting the walls of her dream house.

      For meeting hot guys? It definitely lacked.

      Then again, she hadn’t come here to meet guys. She’d come to satisfy her sweet tooth.

      The reminder was enough to spark some sense, and she forced her lips to move. “Excuse me?” she finally managed.

      His grin was slow and easy, wiping away the mesmerizing intensity and replacing it with an irresistible charm that eased the thunder of her heart.

      Instead of answering her question, he simply stared at her, into her, for a long moment before he nodded toward the mountain of spun sugar she held in her hand. “Mind if I have a taste?”

      It wasn’t even close to a decent pickup line, and she couldn’t stifle the disappointment that rushed through her.

      Obviously this tall, dark and delicious cowboy had fallen head over heels for her cotton candy rather than her.

      Just the way Bill had fallen for the strippers and Jerry had fallen for that pair of silver Michael Kors sandals he’d bought for her birthday.

      Another guy with a fetish. Great. Just great.

      Not that it mattered. She’d sworn off men, and this guy was just more fuel to add to the proverbial fire.

      She shrugged. “Sure.” She held up the pink treat. “Knock yourself out.”

      His grin widened and he leaned forward.

      And then he kissed her.

       3

      HIS STRONG, PURPOSEFUL mouth claimed hers. His tongue swept her bottom lip, licking and nibbling and—

       Wait a second.

      Nikki’s heart thundered as she struggled to grasp the current scenario. This was not happening. No way was a hot, sexy stranger kissing her for no apparent reason, in front of God and everyone, including the senior ladies’ bingo squad. From the corner of her eye Nikki glimpsed a dozen pairs of bifocals trained on her.

      On him.

      On them.

      No friggin’ way.

      Just as the denial registered in her shocked brain, he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed inside and tangled with her own. All rational thought faded in a tsunami of hunger that washed over her, drenched every inch of her body and made her tremble from the sheer force.

      He tasted like sweet honey and hot, potent male—and something she couldn’t quite name. Something dark and dangerous and mesmerizing.

      Before she could stop herself, she melted against him. Her hands slid up his chest and her fingers caught the soft, dark hair at the nape of his neck.

      His arms closed around her. Strong hands pressed against the base of her spine, drawing her closer. She met him chest for chest, hip for hip, until she felt every incredible inch of him flush against her body—the hard planes of his chest, the solid muscles of his thighs, the growing erection beneath his zipper.

      Heat spread from her cheeks, creeping south. The slow burn traveled inch by tantalizing inch, until her nipples throbbed and wetness flooded between her thighs, and all because he’d kissed her.

      Because she’d kissed him.

      Because they were still kissing.

      Beyond the buzz of desire and the chaos of the carnival, she heard the shocked “Why, I never.”

      Mumbled agreement echoed among the old women gathered nearby, followed by a “Disgraceful,” and a “Hmph, looks like the apple don’t fall too far from the tree.”

      The words registered and she stiffened. Tearing her lips away, she stumbled backward.

      Breathe, she told herself. Just breathe. “I…We…” She shook her head and tried to make some sense out of everything. “What just happened?”

      He eyed her, his gaze hot and bright as he stared down at her. “I kissed you.”

      “I know that. But why? I mean, I thought you wanted a taste of my candy.”

      “I never said that.”

      “You implied it.”

      His gaze darkened as it touched her mouth, and again she felt the overwhelming chemistry that pulsed between them. So hot and powerful that it was almost palpable. “I wanted a taste of you.” He licked his own lips. “I still do.”

       So do I.

      She fought down the shameless thought and focused on her outrage rather than the desire fogging her senses. Her spine went ramrod straight. “I don’t know who you are or what you’re trying to pull, but what you just did was way out of line, buddy.”

      “Is that so?” His eyebrow arched as if he knew she didn’t buy the outburst any more than he did.

      “You’re lucky I don’t call security and have them haul your butt away for accosting me.”

      “Accosting, huh? Sounds interesting.” He grinned and her heart kicked up a notch.

      “You can’t just walk around kissing strange women.”

      “I didn’t kiss a strange woman. I kissed a woman who kissed me back.”

      “I didn’t mean to…That is, you caught me off guard. I wasn’t thinking.”

      “No, you were following your instincts.” He winked. “It’s the basic law of attraction.”

      “I’m not attracted to you.”

      “Why not?”

      Good question. “Because…I’m just not. I don’t even know your name. And you don’t know mine. We—” she waved her hand back and forth between the two of them “—don’t even know each other.”

      “We could get to know each other.”

      “Are you asking me out?”

      “I’m asking you in, sugar. To my hotel room. I’m just passing through and I don’t have much time.” His grin faded. “I want you and you want me. We should do something about that.”

      “Well, I…I…” I never was right there on the tip of her tongue. But the last thing she wanted was to admit the sad truth out loud. She’d never had anyone make such a proposition.

      She’d never wanted one.

      Until now.

      She shook away the thought. “You’re arrogant. And presumptuous.”

      “And right.” He leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear. “You do want me.”

      “Says you.”

      “Says this.” He moved so quickly that she didn’t have time to blink, much less anticipate his touch. His fingertips grazed the side of her breast, and her nipple instantly pebbled. Her lips trembled and she swayed ever so slightly. “So let’s do something about it.”

      “Sex,” she blurted. “I…This is crazy.” She wasn’t doing it. She couldn’t. “I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea, but I don’t…I can’t…I mean, I won’t. I don’t do one-night stands.”

      He didn’t say a word. He just leaned back and stared down at her. Her nipples tingled in response. The pressure started deep, spreading, consuming, until it was all she

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