One thought is all it takes to get me hard.
I swear under my breath.
“Excuse me?”
The sound of her voice has me jerking to a halt. Even though it’s dark in the kitchen, I see the outline of her form hovering in the doorway. My hungry gaze licks over the thin tank top that hugs her curves and tiny sleep shorts that leave her legs bare.
Everything I’d just convinced myself of falls out of my head.
Who the fuck was I kidding?
Even now the urge to reach out and take her in my arms pounds through me like that of a steady drumbeat. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life the way I want her. I clench my hands at my sides so that I don’t make yet another disastrous decision.
It takes everything I have inside to keep my voice casual. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh. I thought I heard something.” Her voice is deep and raspy with sleep. It arrows straight down to my?—
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Didn’t say a word.” I’m wondering if there’s anything she could do that wouldn’t turn me on.
Sadly, I don’t think there is.
She frowns but doesn’t argue. Which must be a first. Apparently, we really have turned a corner.
Yeah, I am so screwed. And not in a good way either. All my good intentions disappear.
“It’s late. What are you doing up?” I want to stand here and drink in how gorgeous she looks with her disheveled hair tumbling around her bare shoulders.
“Couldn’t sleep.” She shifts, and her breasts bounce with the movement.
My gaze dips. My breath catches as her nipples stiffen into turgid little points.
Look away, jackass!
But I can’t. I’m mesmerized by the sight.
Obviously noticing my creepy stalker stare, she clears her throat and folds her arms across her breasts blocking my view. A growl rumbles up from my throat before I quickly choke it back.
Seriously? What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m playing with fire and can’t afford to get burned. I need to get out of here before I cross a line. Before I do something that I can’t come back from.
I force my eyes away. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay.”
Just as I’m about to brush past, she says, “Carter?”
I stop and reluctantly meet her gaze. “Yeah?”
She sucks the fullness of her bottom lip into her mouth before nipping it with her teeth. Desire rushes through me, trying to break free. I’m so close to wrapping my arms around her body and biting that sexy lower lip myself. But I don’t. Somehow, I manage to keep it together.
Barely.
When she doesn’t say anything more, the desperation finally gets to me and I snap without meaning to. “What, Daisy?”
Her eyes widen at the sharp tone of my voice and she takes a quick step in retreat before shaking her head. “Nothing.”
Before I can apologize for acting like an asshole, she withdraws from the kitchen. I close my eyes because the urge to give chase pumps wildly through me.
