Rosemary glanced up. “Thank you! Both of you. Would you like to come in? I could make some coffee?”
Sky shook her head. “That’s okay. We should head home. Have a good night.” She gave Bella one last pat before turning away.
She was still smiling as they got back into the car. “Well, that’s my good deed done for the day.”
“It’s nice that you helped her.”
“I love Bella.”
When they got back to her house, Becket walked her inside. Her awareness of him was like a pulse on her skin. The heat from his hand on her back. His pine scent surrounding her. Trying to ignore it, she dropped her purse on the hall table and focused on the happiness of finding Bella.
“Thank you for sharing your family with me tonight.”
She turned—and her smile quickly slipped when she looked at Becket. He stood only a foot away, and the look on his face…it was dark and intense…and so fixed on her, she could barely breathe.
“You fit in well,” he said quietly, taking a small step toward her. “Thank you for coming.”
She swallowed—a big gulp of a swallow. He was so close. And he was making her want to do things that she should not be wanting. Like run her fingers down his chest. Put her mouth on his to see if he tasted as good as last time.
He inched another step forward. “Would you like me to go?”
“That would be smart…wouldn’t it?”
“Maybe. But I don’t always like to be smart. It’s too safe. Sometimes it’s nice to be a bit reckless.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs as little wisps of air rushed in and out of her chest. “I’ve never been good at reckless.”
She should back away, but her feet refused to move. It was like he’d locked her in place.
He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and the feel of his fingers against her cheek burned. “Do you want me to leave, Sky?”
Say yes, Sky. Close the door and watch him walk away.
But the words never reached air.
One more step forward. He was so close, she could feel the warmth of his body seeping into hers.
“Sky?”
“I don’t know what I want.”
A hint of a smile curved his lips. He lowered his head so that his mouth brushed her ear as he whispered, “Liar.”
Shewasa liar. And with his mouth so close, she was forgetting why she was even bothering with the lie.
“I don’t want you to go.” The words were so quiet that she wasn’t even sure they reached him. “I want…”
Oh, screw it.
She slipped her fingers into his hair, tugged his head down, and their mouths collided. It was a lips-sealed-together, body-against-body kiss that sent her blood rushing through her veins.
She groaned at the feel of his soft lips. Just as soft as before. And when his strong arms encircled her, pulled her closer, a craving grew in her body, throbbing inside her lower belly. A craving to sink deeper into him. A craving to taste and feel more of him.
His tongue ran over the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, letting him inside. Letting him tangle his tongue with hers while she melted.
What did he do to her? How did one kiss make her forget everything around them? Every argument that had come before this.
She ran her fingers over his chest. A chest so sculpted and muscled that it felt like stone.
