Heat blistered her and pleasure consumed her.“Tate!”He surged against her, harder. Faster.She climaxed around him, muffling her sob against his shoulder.His mouth covered hers, swallowing down that ragged, breathless sound.Then he stiffened, coming inside her.* * *She wanted that purse.Ali Holmes didn’t covet a lot of things, but as she stood behind the counter of the Madison Pizza Company, she decided she was going to let herself covet that purse.It was a safe obsession. Vivid, murder-red, butter-soft leather. It cost almost as much as she made in a week—it would have to. It was a Coach purse. She had an eye for those things, mostly because she obsessed over them. Drooled. Coveted.Sometimes when she went shopping in Louisville or Lexington, she’d even let herself pet them.But she wouldn’t ever buy one. How in the hell could she buy a purse like that when she could barely afford to put food on the table?It was a safe enough obsession, because she knew she wouldn’t ever go and spend money she couldn’t afford to waste on something like a purse, not when her two boys needed shoes, not when she needed to figure out how to fix the roof, and not when she was still scrambling to pay the bills for the appendectomy she’d had to have last winter.The owner of that gorgeous red purse stood in the doorway, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light after being out in the bright sunny afternoon.Ali gave herself another second to lust as she gathered up a couple of menus and tried not to notice the way somebody was grinning at her.“If you keep staring at the purse, she’s going to think you plan on mugging her.”Just the sound of that voice was enough to make her heart skip, and maybe it made her knees a little weak, although she managed not to let it show as she turned her head and looked into the dark brown eyes of one Tate Bell, her other obsession.He wasn’t so safe.Lately, she was starting to think she might have to give him up.He was like too much chocolate, too much wine.
