He’d been closer than I’d anticipated, because the move brought me only a hairbreadth away from him.Swaying at the sudden close proximity, my hands went to brace on his abs, and his arms wound around me to stop me from falling.
My cheeks heated and I tried to step back, but he tightened his hold on me.
How is it that I always feel so safe when I’m with him?
I looked up, my eyes meeting his.Fuck, I’d missed him.“What are you doing?”
“This.”
He bent down—our height difference so much that I barely came up to his shoulder—and sealed his lips to mine.His arms pulled me closer so we were as connected as we could be with our clothes on.
I’d dreamed of kissing him.Had pictured him without a shirt a time or sixty.But the reality was so much better than I could have ever imagined.
His lips were soft and full, and a small sigh escaped when I sank into him.
My mouth opened of its own accord, and his tongue touched mine in a gentle caress.
His hands were trailing up my back and into my hair.
His smell enveloped me, something I’d never get enough of.
His lips were gentle on mine, making my head spin.
When he leaned back, I tilted forward, not ready for this moment to end.Because what if there was never another one?
“We need to talk.”
Cue the dramatic music.
The bucket of ice water that had just hit my head made my eyes snap open.“Do I need a glass filled with something alcoholic for this conversation?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up, and I fought hard not to touch the little dimple in his cheek.Fought and lost, because my finger gently traced it before it disappeared and Vance’s eyes went from amused to molten.
“If you keep touching me, then there will be no talking.And we need to have this conversation.”
I gulped around the knot in my throat and decided this definitely warranted alcohol.I searched my cupboards for the tequila and margarita mix I hoped was still there and got lucky.Holding both up, I wiggled them at Vance.“Margarita?”
“I’m good.”
Okay.So I’ll be drinking by myself.“Do you want to sit down for this?Stand up?”
He tugged on a strand of hair that had fallen into my face.“Let’s sit down.”
Once I’d mixed my margarita and we were both sitting on the couch, Vance in the middle and me perched on the edge right up against the side, Orange on his other side, I scraped together the last of my courage and lifted my gaze to his.
He was already looking at me, his eyes holding a heat that made my insides melt.I prided myself on being good at reading people.Well, except for Cockalorum, but my numerous mistakes in that regard were already well known.
Moving on.Not wasting any more time thinking about it.
“Now that the divorce is final, I’m no longer your lawyer.”He took the glass out of my hand and put it on the table, then took my hands in his.
Okay, I think I like where this is going.
My body locked up tight and my heart squeezed painfully.“Oh.So what does that mean for me?Do I have to find another lawyer?”
A line appeared between his brows.“You don’t need another lawyer.Unless your ex-husband wants to change the custody agreement.But then you can ask Malena to represent you.After I make sure her strategy is sound, of course.But I can’t be the one representing you.”
“I don’t understand.”
