“You could have left the room,” she said.
“I wanted to make sure you got into your bed and didn’t fall asleep on the floor again.”
She looked down and bit the corner of her lip. “I laid down on the floor because my back hurt. I remember thinking I’d rest for a few minutes before going upstairs.”
His bare feet bracketed hers and she could feel his heat on her front.
“You worried me, Zoe.”
Her gazed moved up to his chest. “I didn’t mean to. It didn’t occur to me that anyone would.”
“You were married. Didn’t your ex ever worry about you?”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
“Then he was an idiot. That probably goes without saying since he let you go.”
He hadn’t let her go so much as shoved her out the door, but she wasn’t going to share that with Tim. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but this felt like a “moment.” The kind that she’d only read about because “moments” didn’t happen in real life.
“Zoe.”
“Yeah?”
His hand rose slowly and he used his fingers to lift her chin and tilt her head back. She kept her gaze lowered until she had no choice except to close her eyes or look up.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Oh.”
His full lips tilted up ever so slightly. “Oh.”
She ended up closing her eyes anyway. His lips were soft on hers—a bare whisper of pressure as his tongue touched the center of her bottom lip. She gasped and his mouth settled fully on hers. He was gentle until she touched her tongue to his.
He grasped the back of her head and groaned. His head came down until it was almost even with hers, then he wrapped one arm around her back and lifted her so she was level with him.
It was so much better when she didn’t have to crane her neck to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. The door was against her back and his arm had moved under her ass. His erection cradled between her thighs sent a shiver racing through her body. His hand edged under her shirt, branding the skin under her breast. When he palmed her and ran a thumb over her erect nipple, tiny bolts of electricity coursed through her body. Groaning, she squeezed her legs, trying to get even closer.
His hand slid back to her waist and she whimpered with disappointment. He eased off the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. His breath fanned across her swollen mouth, tightening the sensitive skin on her lips as the moisture dried.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said.
“You said you were going to kiss me.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean for it to go as far as it did.”
“Oh.”
He lifted his head. “That doesn’t sound like a good ‘oh.’”
“No, it is, it’s just— I, uh—” She was disappointed that he’d stopped, but didn’t want to tell him that when he was the one who’d slowed things down. “Um, you can put me down.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m going to keep you here until you tell me why you’re upset.”
“You can’t keep me here.” She wiggled, trying to get down, but that only made his erection nestle closer to her center.
