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“Don’t push your luck.” She needed to keep her balance in all of this. All she could really think about was being alone in a hotel room with Zane and a great big bed. She couldn’t believe she was more interested in exploring him than in yarn shopping. She remembered the colors that had flared behind her closed eyelids last night, and excitement flared. The yarn in her bag was the wrong color, but the texture was right. “Do you mind if I crochet?”
“Of course not.”
She reached for her hook, and her stomach rumbled.
His finger paused over the reverse button on the console. “I bought snacks.” He gestured at the bag in the back seat. “Help yourself.”
As she reached back to snag the bag, her breast touched his arm. Desire blasted through her so hard it felt like a mini-orgasm. She didn’t look at him as she carefully straightened in her seat. What was it about him that made her so aware of every breath she took? She could feel every inch of space between them like he was touching her, pressing against her, caressing her skin. Even when he wasn’t touching her, she felt connected to him.
“Clara?”
“Yes?” She sounded breathless to her own ears.
“I feel it, too.”
She turned to look at him. She barely knew him. How could it possibly be so intense? He took her hand and dragged it to his lap, pressing it to the firm outline of his cock under his khaki pants. Feeling bold, she stroked him through the soft cotton, discovering his edges and ridges and watching color rise in his cheeks. “I want you so badly, if you keep doing that, we’re going to have a mess on our hands,” he admitted.
The knowledge that she wasn’t alone in this and never had been was heady and confusing.
“I am so fucking glad you said yes,” he whispered, leaning to take her mouth in a quick, tender, devastating kiss.
She met his gaze with the honesty he seemed so intent on showing her. “Me, too.”
He took a deep breath and turned his attention to the rearview mirror. She did the same and opened the bag.
She burst out laughing. “Chips, candy, and condoms?”
“Salty, sweet, and hot.” He winked at her. “I know how to show a girl good time.”
Chapter Eight
Yarn Heaven in Youngstown, Ohio, did not disappoint.
“I’m buying my own yarn.” So much yarn. All the yarn. All hers. A truly outrageous amount of yarn in every shade that had been obsessing the creative side of her mind since she saw Zane last night. She figured, maybe if she bought the yarn, and her brain knew she was listening and would eventually give life to all the designs taking shape in her head, she could enjoy her time with Zane.
“Then I’m buying dinner.” His grin was smug. “Every dinner. Every meal. Hotels, too.”
“Wait—was that your plan all along?”
He laughed. “Is this all you want?”
“All?” she gasped. “This is a truly outrageous amount of yarn. I’ve never bought this much at one time in my entire life.”
He shrugged and caught the eye of the saleswoman who had followed them around with glee. “Can we get the rest, please?”
“What rest?” Clara asked. “This is everything.” It was a lot, but she had exercised some restraint.
The saleswoman carried another large bag around the counter.
Clara eyed Zane suspiciously and then opened the bag. It had taken her time to choose her favorites. A couple of times she’d stood for ten minutes or more deliberating. It looked like this bag held ten skeins of every yarn she’d almost bought.
“Once you forgot I was here, I started timing you. What else was I going to do? If you held two bunches for more than a minute, I started the timer. If it took you more than five minutes to decide, then I asked Helen to put it aside for me. This is my favorite, by the way.”
It was a rich green that would make his eyes pop.
“Can I have a sweater?”
“No.” Her answer was instant.
