No, it wasn’t.I shook my head and stepped closer.“Nah.We gotta talk about this afternoon.”
She turned away.“We don’t need to.I can see how you feel.”
That stopped me.Like hell she could.
I reached out, catching her arm gently and turning her back toward me.“I don’t think you know what I’m feeling, sugar.”
Her eyes lifted to mine.There it was again, that pull and heat.It hit just as hard as it had in the storeroom.
I stepped closer, backing her up until her hips hit the counter.No more space.No more distance.
“Talk to me,” I said, softer now.
Her breath caught.“This afternoon…” she started, then stopped.Tried again.“After we kissed…”
I wasn’t even hearing the rest.
My eyes dropped to her lips.
God, I wanted her.
Wanted her in a way that made it hard to think straight.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.Enough of this.“You liked when I kissed you?”I asked.
She swallowed and nodded.“Yes.”
My jaw tightened.
“Did you like it?”she asked back.
“Fucking loved it,” I growled.“Trying not to do it again until I know for sure you want it.”
Her brows pulled together.“But after, you seemed…”
“I seemed what?”
“Like it didn’t affect you.”
I let out a low, rough breath.Didn’t affect me?Jesus.I leaned in, brushing my mouth against hers, soft this time.Controlled, but it still hit like a damn punch.
Her breath hitched.
“There has never been a time in my life where I haven’t been in control,” I murmured.“That all changed the second your lips met mine.”
Her fingers curled into my shirt.
“The only thing I want more than my next breath,” I continued, voice rougher now, “is you.”
Her eyes darkened.“Swift…”
“Britta, I want you,” I said plainly.“That change?It’s already happened.”
Something in her snapped then.
Or maybe it was me.
Because the next second, she was kissing me again.
