One More Kiss (Forsaken Sons Book 1) by Elizabeth Lennox (summer beach reads .txt) 📗
- Author: Elizabeth Lennox
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Damn, even that made his body hard and aching. He could picture ripping the delicate cotton apart to reveal her soft, beautiful breasts, his hands touching her nipples and…!
Around two o’clock in the morning, he threw off the bed covers, pulled on a pair of sweats, and stomped into his living room. He might as well get some work done since sleep clearly wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Kinsley rolled over and stared at the clock. Three minutes after two in the morning. Sleep wasn’t coming to her. The only thing invading her mind right now were thoughts about making love with Lincoln. She could imagine his long fingers trailing down her back, his lips caressing her inner thigh, and getting to explore every inch of him in return.
“Stop!” she groaned, burying her face in the pillow. But a moment later, she rolled back over and flung the blanket off, padding barefoot into her living room. Staring out at the darkness, she wondered what Lincoln was doing. Was he sound asleep? Was he working? She could picture him in his workshop, glasses perched on his nose as he tinkered away. What did he wear to sleep in? She tugged on the neckline of her cotton nightgown, decorated with embroidered roses, wondering why she wore something that got tangled up at night while she slept.
Did he sleep naked? What would it be like to sleep naked? She couldn’t imagine doing anything so decadent. She’d never get any sleep if she did that!
Walking into the kitchen, she poured some milk into a saucepan, then stared at the milk, willing it to heat up. She needed something, anything, to get her mind off Lincoln so that she could finally get some sleep!
Chapter 10
She could smell the coffee from a block away! Kinsley drummed on the steering wheel as she glared at the red light. But her glare didn’t have the power to change the light to green and she wanted to scream. She’d barely slept at all last night, then had woken to one of her neighbors pounding on her door. Apparently, the mail carrier had delivered some of Kinsley’s mail to her neighbor the day before. She’d thanked the guy, but she didn’t really care about the junk mail. She wanted sleep!
Unfortunately, she couldn’t go back to sleep. And even worse, her laundry was finished, having been done on Thursday night, right on schedule. Her apartment was clean and freshly vacuumed. Even her dishwasher was empty! Why, why, why did she have to be so insanely organized?
Now it was Saturday morning and…she had nothing to do! What was even worse, she didn’t have good coffee. Oh, she had the usual stuff that she bought at the grocery store once a month. But after working for Lincoln and drinking the excellent coffee that his housekeeper stocked in the workroom’s kitchen, she wanted the good stuff. Not the cheap coffee that she normally bought.
Which was why she was sitting here at a red light, waiting for the stupid light to change and imagining that she could smell the coffee from the coffee shop that was still half a block away!
The light turned green and Kinsley almost stomped on the gas, needing her caffeine fix!
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only person who had thought of going out for coffee this morning. The line at the coffee shop was long.
“Hey there!”
For a moment, Kinsley didn’t think the greeting was for her. Perhaps her confusion was caused by the lack of “good” coffee this morning. Or maybe she was just too irritated by her lack of sleep. Whatever the reason, the “Hey There” wasn’t for her and she shifted on her feet, impatiently waiting for the person at the head of the line to put in their order for a “non-fat, chai latte with blah blah blah”! Whatever, just move on!
“Kinsley?”
Okay, that broke through her mental fog. Turning, she spotted the red head or…copper head? Nope, that was a snake.
Goodness, she really needed coffee.
“Frankie?”
“Hey!” The copper-haired woman said with a huge smile. “You remember me!”
Who could forget a woman that vibrant? It was impossible. Literally every man in this coffee shop was wondering if Frankie was single and the women wondered how they could lose whatever weight they needed to lose in order to imitate Frankie’s amazing figure.
“Oh yes. I remember you,” Kinsley said warmly. Frankie wasn’t the kind of woman one could hate. She was just too exuberant and friendly.
Surprisingly, the woman’s smile brightened even further. “Good! Hey – why don’t you join me once you get your coffee? I’ve been sitting over there at that table reading the news and…well, the news isn’t all that interesting.”
Kinsley smiled back, feeling relieved to have something to do other than figure out what craft store she could sneak into to get more yarn. Her normal yarn store haunts knew her too well already and were starting to ask her how she went through so many skeins of yarn. Kinsley didn’t want to admit that she now had over one hundred crocheted beanie caps in a box in her closet.
So with relief, Kinsley glanced over at the small table the woman had indicated. “That would be great. I’ll be right over.”
Frankie nodded, then headed back over to her table, relaxing back in the chair that Kinsley would have sworn wasn’t made for relaxing. Somehow, Frankie was one of those people that made her own rules. If a chair didn’t work, she made it work for her.
Kinsley eventually got her coffee, moved to the “fixings” stand to add cream and sweetener, and brought it over to Frankie’s table, sitting in the opposite
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