Zeke by Elizabeth Lennox (e reader pdf best .TXT) 📕

She tried to hide her smile, but it was difficult. He was a bit too charming. “What’s that?”

“You have to promise to have dinner with me tomorrow night. I’ll cook and I promise it will be healthier than pizza. Deal?”

She looked up at him warily. “No kissing tonight?”

He shook his head. “None. I won’t even kiss you when I walk you to your car after dinner.”

She bit her lip, thinking that she should tell him no and just walk away. This man was dangerous. Enticingly dangerous but she’d lived such a normal, boring life for so long! She wanted the excitement of Zeke Jeffers! She wanted just a night, maybe a few nights, of being close to a man that excited her unlike anyone she’d ever met before.

“Fine. Yes, pizza.” She lifted her hand in the air, stopping his gesture of triumph. “But no kissing.”

His lips curled up into a sexy smile. “Deal.” And he picked up his phone to order.

An hour later, Abby was sitting on the sofa next to him, laughing so hard, she had to hold her stomach as he told her about some of the training exercises that had gone wrong over the past few years. “It’s true!” he insisted when she shook her head, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt. “He covered himself with mud in order to hide himself.”

“But…what happened to his weapon?”

Zeke shrugged dismissively. “He lost it in the mud.”

“Oh no!” she gasped, and started laughing again. “What did you do when he found it?”

Zeke shrugged and took a long sip of his iced tea. “Well, he didn’t find it for a few hours. He had to go back through the entire obstacle course and dig through every inch of the mud. And that was in the spring time,” his grin widened, “so the rain had been pouring down over the course for a few weeks by then.”

“Oh, the poor kid!”

“Right. Poor kid, my ass,” he scoffed. “The idiot then had to spend hours cleaning his weapon.”

“You let him shower first, right?” she asked, the doctor in her needing to know.

“Hell no!” he replied with heat. “And I made him clean his weapon outside.”

She was bent over laughing at this point. “Why?”

“Because if he did it inside, then the mud would dry up. Then it would get all over my training rooms.”

Abby couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard. Zeke was such a surprise and she was…well, confused and amazed.

Abby took a deep breath, trying to ease the muscles in her stomach that were aching from laughter. “I need to get home,” she told him, not bothering to look at the clock. Her departure had nothing to do with the time and everything to do with the sudden tension sparking between them. It had eased up while they’d eaten dinner, but now…she could feel his thoughts turning to something more…interesting.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Release me from the no-kissing policy?”

She bit her lip, trying to pretend as if she knew what she was doing. “Not tonight,” she told him. “Your back….”

He shook his head. “Forget my back. Stay,” he soothed, sliding his hand around the back of her neck.

“You promised no kissing,” she whispered, startled by how much she wanted to climb onto his lap.

“I’m not kissing you,” he replied, but his eyes moved to her lips, looking at them as if he were thinking about kissing her.

“You said something about walking me to my car?”

He didn’t remove his hand from her neck, but his fingers stopped sliding sensuously against her skin. “Fine, but you promised me dinner tomorrow night. And I promised that it would be healthier than pizza.”

Abby stood up, pushing her skirt down over her hips. She hadn’t realized how far up the material had shifted during their conversation. “Sorry about that.”

He chuckled softly, standing up as well. “I didn’t mind.”

She grabbed her purse and medical bag. “You didn’t say anything either,” she grumbled, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

“I’m not an idiot,” was his only response.

She laughed, appreciating his honesty even if it left her flustered. “I’m not used to dating men as honest as you.”

“You’re used to dating dishonest men?”

Another chuckle and she shook her head. “I’m leaving now. Thank you for a delightful evening.”

“You’ll change the bandage again tomorrow and put some of that ointment on my back tomorrow when I pick you up, right?” he asked, putting a hand to the small of her back as he led her out of his apartment. The stairs were wide, but not when one walked next to a man as big as Zeke. His shoulders needed extra space!

“You don’t have someone who can do that for you?”

“I could ask someone, but I’d rather have your hands on me. My co-workers aren’t as gentle as you are. And they might tear one of the stitches. I wouldn’t want to risk your hard work.”

She sighed. “Now you’re just playing to my medical instincts. That’s not fair.”

He grinned and moved closer. “I never promised to play fair, Abby. So, about tomorrow?”

“Fine! I’ll change the bandage and put more ointment on it. But only because I don’t think you’ll ask someone else to do it and it really needs to be done every day.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six. Dress casually.”

He pulled her into his arms and, without kissing her, nuzzled the sensitive skin behind her ear, while his hands trailed over her body, sliding up and down her spine and lower…almost too low.

“I thought…?”

“I’m not kissing you,” he replied, burrowing his nose into the soft, sexy curls at