The Bigger They Are… (Lovers on the Fringe, Book Two) Read Online Free Page B

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    Of course, they’d loved her for introducing them to Harry Potter nearly six months before anyone in her school had even heard of it. Her mom had bought a book called Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone for Jenna as a gift when she’d gone to a conference in England. She’d forced the book on a few friends, who’d declared her brilliant. For a month anyway. Then she went back to being just Jenna.
    She wondered what Andy saw when he looked at her.
    An average-looking woman of average height wearing a ridiculous shirt that she loved that her brother had bought for her in Japan on a trip to make contact with the ghosts of Hiroshima.
    The bar suddenly loomed ahead of her and she stopped short and turned. Right into Andy’s chest. She brought her hands up to brace herself and they landed flat against Andy’s abs.
    My god, the man was solid as a rock. Her fingers flexed convulsively but his muscles held steady.
    And damn, but he smelled good. Like the forest on a crisp, cool fall day. She wanted to rub her face against his chest like a cat. Preferably without the t-shirt in her way. Only her cheek against his warm flesh—
    Oh wow. She needed to stop before she had to change her panties. Which might already be too late.
    She told herself to take a step back but her feet refused. Or the message got hijacked somewhere between her brain and her feet.
    She thought she might have to fight with herself to get her hands to release his chest.
    Of course, he wasn’t moving away. No, he’d gone statue-still before her. Was he waiting for her to do something?
    What would he do if she took another step forward until their toes touched? Would he wrap his arms around her and pick her up until their lips were aligned and her feet couldn’t touch the floor?
    Her head tilted back and she looked up, and up, into his eyes.
    Standing this close, she had a better impression of his size and… Holy Klingon Warrior. Give the man a few ridges on his forehead and a club and he’d win awards at cons across the country.
    Then again, give the man a mighty hammer and a cloak and he could pound her—
    She blinked and sank her teeth into her bottom lip, hoping to stave off any inadvertent moans she might make, because she now had an image in her head of Andy wearing nothing but a red silk cloak and a grin.
    She wasn’t thinking Superman. Not clean-cut, wholesome, corn-fed Clark Kent.
    No, Andy was much more exotic. His broad features and darker-toned skin and that blond hair contradicted each other every which way but it all worked to make him freaking gorgeous.
    For some reason, the Thundercats popped into her head. Not that Andy had fur or looked like a cat. No, he was all man.
    The exoticness of him reminded her of the crush she’d had on Lion-O, the leader of the Thundercats .
    Ho! Indeed.
    Okay, maybe she and her brother weren’t as opposite as she liked to think.
    Then again, Joss actually believed the Thundercats existed, although he called them werecats and said they lived a solitary life somewhere in India.
    “Jenna?”
    Wow, that voice. It sneaked beneath her skin and stroked between her legs. It held an accent she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wanted to tell him to just keep saying her name over and over again until she figured it out. Or came just from the sound of it stroking against her skin.
    “Yes?”
     
    Andy wished like hell that she was using that word in response to him asking if she wanted to go to his cabin where he would kiss her entire body before settling between her legs and licking her to orgasm.
    Right now, he felt every one of her fingers through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, felt those fingers clench into his muscles and watched her gaze drop to stare at her hands.
    She blinked then swallowed then bit her bottom lip.
    With them standing this close, their size difference hit him. She was at least a foot and a half shorter and the top of her head didn’t reach his chin.
    He was used to being