He steps in front of me, his body rigid. I look up, and he’s looking at me like I’m a science experiment he’s trying to figure out. His gaze moves over my face, but he’s hiding any hint of what he’s thinking.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer, only steps closer and takes the rag from me and starts patting the area around the scrape to get the blood off. His broad shoulders hover over me as he focuses on my knee, gently cleaning it.
“Did I do something wrong? It’s just a painting. It won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it. If you want, I can say that I didn’t really paint it for you, if that uncrosses some invisible line that’s bothering you.” I wave my hand in the air flippantly. My earlier idea to tease him has melted away, and now I’m wondering why he’s acting so strange.
His eyes meet mine and, holy shit, the intensity in his gaze could burn a hole right through me. My nipples peak again, but not from cold. His nose is just inches from mine, and I realize I’m holding my breath.
Setting the rag on the counter, he sets his closed fists on the cool tile on each side of my knees. Before he steps closer, his narrow hips between my knees. His eyes are holding mine captive, and his heat is caressing my chest and belly.
Fluttering in my center erupts into a full-body flush after he slides the knuckles of one hand across my cheek. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now.”
My eyes volley between his heat-filled eyes and I whisper, “So you do like it.” It’s not a question. My vagina starts to salivate as my core aches. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a man’s touch.
Setting his broad, warm palms over my knees, goosebumps pebble my skin, and he nods. “I like it.”
Sliding his hands up the front of my thighs, he pushes my hands out of the way. Big thumbs rest on my inner thighs just outside of my bikini line.
His eyes dip to my lips before meeting mine again. “Tell me to stop.”
Not even if saying it could send me back in time to stop me from walking around that corner.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I whisper, “No.”
Strong fingers cup my jaw and part of my neck. My heart is racing, and I’m pretty sure I’m making a puddle on the counter.
The smoldering intensity in his eyes flares. “No one can know about this.” His breath is hot on my chin, his nose just inches from mine.
“I’m horrible with secrets, but I’m amazing with avoidance.” I breathe.
One side of his lips tips up just before they take mine. He is gentle, but demanding, his tongue slides across my lips before pushing through to glide across mine. God, I forgot how good he can kiss. I grip his massive biceps, and he tilts my head for better access.
His hand on my thigh is hot on my skin, and his thumb is just outside of my bikini line. My body is aching for him to push the little piece of material aside, and I breathe a moan into his mouth when he finally slips his thumb under thatthin piece of elastic.
The buzzing of a phone sounds like the loudest buzz I’ve ever heard, and he stops kissing me but doesn’t move away. I open my eyes to see his open, and on me.
“Uh-uh.” I mumble against his lips.
He softly kisses my lips and pulls away.
Lifting my brows, I shake my head. “Don’t do it.”
His palm leaves my thigh, the cool air swoops across my skin, kissing away the heat. His eyes are still locked on mine as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He finally breaks eye contact and looks down at the screen.
When his eyebrows pinch together, I know I’ve lost him. His palm on my jaw gently slides to my neck, resting on the skin where my neck meets my shoulders, but he doesn’t move away when he puts the phone to his ear, his eyes back on me.
“Abbot.”
He listens to someone through the line, not saying a thing, and never looking away from me.
“I’m on my way.” He slides the phone back in his pocket and then he grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter, pushing the massive bulge in his pants against me, pulling another soft moan from me.
“Now?” I whine and wrap my legs around his hips, squeezing myself onto him.
He nods and cups my head in his hands, his lips crash into mine, his tongue is wild against mine, his lips bruising. He pulls away but presses his forehead to mine.
“I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
