“Still, she must have loved you.”
“She loved the money she got from the state,” July said, with a humorless laugh. “Otherwise I was an inconvenience, something that got in the way of her fun.”
“Her loss.” His arm dropped to her shoulder and he pulled her close. “Is that why you left Chicago? To get away from the memories?”
“The city is more than big enough for both of us. Like I said, I haven’t seen her in years.” July spoke matter-of-factly. For most people not seeing their mother, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, would have been distressing. July knew it was for the best. “I left Chicago because I lost my job and needed work.”
“What happened?”
“I was ‘reduced in force.’” July shrugged. “It wasn’t anything personal.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t,” David said. “I’ve seen what you can do with a camera. You’ve got a discerning eye, a talent for seeing what most people miss.”
July pulled the compliment close and wrapped it around her. “Thank you.”
“You’re doing a fabulous job with Adam. Seeing the two of you together, it’s apparent that you’re going to be a great mom.”
“You’re certainly free and easy with the compliments this evening.” She turned to face him, bringing her lips only inches from his mouth. “I like it.”
“I like you,” he said in a deep sexy voice that made her bones melt. “And I want to kiss you again. If that’s okay.”
July slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, letting that be her answer.
A surge of heat shot through David at the taste of her sweet lips. He’d told himself since that day in the Elk Refuge to take it slow. But under the star-filled Wyoming sky with the scent of her perfume teasing his nostrils, slow was no longer in his vocabulary.#p#分页标题#e#
He tightened his arms around her, pulling her close, reveling in the feel of her soft curves against him. Just like that night in Chicago he wanted to kiss and touch and make love to her. And then he wanted to do it all over again.
She opened her mouth to his tongue and he plunged inside, his need for her surging to a fever pitch. With his mouth still mated with hers, he slipped his hand beneath the jacket he’d given her, searching for the zipper at the back of her dress. At last he found it and he eased it down with fingers shaking with need. She squirmed in his arms, but instead of protesting she moaned, a low sound filled with want and need.
When the zipper was all the way down, the dress fell forward exposing her full breasts to the crisp night air. Her nipples immediately puckered, the areolas darker than he remembered, the breasts larger.
Moonlight reflected off their creamy whiteness. He sat back and held her at arm’s length. “You are so beautiful.”
Her eyes glittered like emeralds in the dim light. “I bet you say that to all the half-naked women you see on the golf course.”
David cupped her face with his hands and softly kissed her lips. “Only you.”
Then with as much gentleness as he could manage with fire scorching his veins, he pushed her back against the seat, planting open-mouthed kisses down her neck while his hands caressed the soft curves. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and she jerked up.
David let his hands drop, remembering too late the need to be extra gentle. “Did I hurt you?”
“Only in a good way.” July grabbed his hands and placed them back on her chest. “My nipples are just hypersensitive. But your touch feels good.”
“I aim to please.” He kissed her quickly before his mouth resumed its downward descent. July continued to squirm and moan out encouragements, her hand behind his head, holding him to her.
He slid his hand under her dress…
She gasped and pushed him back.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Someone is coming.”
He curved his fingers around her breast. “There’s no one around for miles.”
She twisted in the seat and pointed with one hand. “Then what’s that?”
He glanced in the direction and stifled a curse. Less than a thousand yards away—and fast approaching—was a golf cart with its lights on.
“Who do you think it is?” July hissed, straightening in her seat and jerking the dress up over her breasts.
“Course security would be my guess.” David kept his voice calm and steady, which wasn’t easy with his body on high alert and his desire screaming for release.
The words had barely left his mouth when the cart pulled up alongside them. David recognized the man immediately. Ron Evans had worked at the course since it was first built. He was also a good friend of David’s parents. Great. Just great.