Excerpt from Chapter 13, Jigsaw Hearts by Danica Raimz
Copyright 2016 Danica Raimz
Avocado trotted into the kitchen as effectively as a hulking blob of fur could.
“So you buy into all of it? Natural remedies?”
“A lot of it—not all. I just don’t preach it. Hey … watch out for the—”
In one swoop, Galen’s arm swung around my waist just as I fell backward.
“Jory!” Galen yelled and tugged me upright. I fell against him. “How many times do you have to be told to take Avocado’s leash off in the house?”
Was he aware that as his gaze was turned toward the living area, waiting for Jory to make an appearance, he still had me in one arm, pulled close?
My heart raced against his. Instinct told me to pull away, but I wasn’t sure if that would seem more awkward. As silly as it sounds, I didn’t want to call attention to myself.
When Jory didn’t answer, Galen turned to me as if remembering I was there. “Uh … you okay?”
Smart ass mode completely off line, I simply nodded, then got lost in the shape of his eyes, their amber-green. At least that’s how they looked in the kitchen light; they had been darker outside on the patio. Either way, they were fascinating, like most things about Galen, whether I wanted to dwell on them or not.
Enough time went by that releasing me would be awkward no matter what.
“Dammit, Ren,” Galen whispered, then abruptly let go. Before I could regain my balance, his palm flew to my jaw to pull my face close. Soft, full lips landed on mine to rest in stillness, spawning a sweet desire I had never known. It heated every inch of space between us and made my pulse pound in my ears like a hammer in an emergency. When Galen did pull away, I took a breath and waited for my manic libido to take charge and fling the man onto the kitchen counter to have its way with him. But it didn’t. At least not in the way I expected. Instead, I wanted the awkward stillness of those last seconds back. I wanted the sweet, gentle taste of Galen back on my lips.
He retreated a step, reached for my hand, then pulled me to him with one tug. We landed against a broom closet as he captured my lips with his once more. This time, he was anything but gentle, and our mouths suctioned together, wide and frantic, over and over, much like the residents of his koi pond. We became locked in a desperate desire to taste each other as fully as possible. Galen’s hands slid up and down the length of my back while mine found their way into the hair I had wanted to touch since Beachy Head. The closet door behind us kept banging rhythmically with the motion of our bodies shifting against each other. When Galen’s soft, warm tongue sought mine, I gave him exactly what he needed simply because I … wanted to. Nothing more occurred to me for the longest time, because ecstasy came bottled in this simple act.
“Gale?” came Jory’s little voice in the distance. “Whadda ya want?”
I pulled away, but Galen held onto my waist, staring into my eyes as if he had no clue how I had gotten there. Tentatively, he reached out to gloss a thumb over my wet lips. The sweetness of his touch set off a crackling spark that walloped me into reality. What were we doing? I would have to ruin it. Cheapen it. Wreck it. His sweetness was not good for me, not good for--
I took hold of his thumb, ran my tongue over the tip, then kissed it softly, erotically.
But Galen’s eyes only widened with desire, and he moved to take my lips with his once more. And damn it, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but how I wanted him to! Only Jory’s feet drummed through the living room, so I jumped aside just as he burst into the kitchen.
“Gale? You called me?”
Galen blinked. “Yeah, bud. Um … I wanted to remind you about … uh—”
“Avocado’s leash,” I gave him.
“Yeah. Ren almost broke her neck as he ran through here.”
Jory looked genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, Ren. Really.”
I patted the kid on the head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m okay … fine … just great.”
“And Avocado is sorry, too.”
“We’re good, Avocado!” I called to the mop with a nervous laugh.
“Jory, why don’t you ask Moms if she wants the bread cut yet. Guests will be here any moment,” Galen suggested.
The boy saluted and headed for the patio.
I turned back toward the first man to make me utterly flummoxed with a kiss. He still looked shocked, as if he had nothing to do with our lips meeting.