Now, had Sadie been on her A-game, she might’ve realized the shift in Roman’s vibe. The subtle change to his tone.
Seeing that Sadie was not even on her C-game, she missed all of that until it was too late and Roman was right there and there was no such thing as personal space between them.
“Sadie?” he asked.
He was close, but he wasn’t touching her. Given that she was getting all sorts of worked up thanks to his proximity, she sort of did want him to touch her. Even just a light touch on the hand or something. It didn’t even have to be a good touch.
“Sadie?” he asked again.
Wait, what were they talking about?
She gulped past the sudden lump lodged in her trachea. “Yes, Rome?”
He moved even closer, and it was totally unacceptable, but she tingled. She did. All over. Even, honest to goodness, right between her legs. She pressed her thighs closer together in an effort to relieve even just a touch of the sensations Roman elicited.
He reached past her to the counter and his arm brushed hers. If there was truly such a thing as Tantric intimacy, she was so in the middle of it right then. Right there in the side room off Eli’s main kitchen.
She didn’t moan. Didn’t have to. The only two people in her world were right there, right then.
Roman lifted her chin with the tip of his finger. The lightest pressure. A tender touch. Her lips parted in what she hoped was an invitation for him to kiss her. She’d regret it tomorrow, she knew that. But right then, she really didn’t care about tomorrow. The only thing that mattered was right then.
“Where’s the triple sec?” he asked, completely serious.
Sadie made a strangled sound in the back of her throat. She couldn’t let him win like this. Not when she was so turned on that she could barely stand. “Second shelf.”
His smile. Oh goodness. He dropped his fingertip and stepped away.
Instead of doing the smart thing and backing away, Sadie doubled down. Anyone could walk in at any time, but she didn’t care. She slid her fingertip into the loop of his jeans and pulled him forward half a centimeter.
It was his turn to make a strangled noise in his throat.
Sadie smiled her best cat-is-so-totally-going-to-get-her-cream smile.
The air between them electrified, and Roman’s gaze grew expectant.
“Now we need the blackberries,” Sadie said as sultry as she could manage.
Roman tossed his head back and laughed.
For the first time in forever, Sadie did the same.
“You want to take me home later?” Roman asked like that was actually a possibility.
Yes, less than a minute prior, Sadie had been ready to jump him in Eli’s kitchen, but that was because he’d messed with her head. She was now back to being reasonable, so, “No.”
“What if I told you Babushka let all the air out of my tires again?”
“I’d say she’s my client, so I’ll need to consult with her about the accusation.”
“What if I just told you that I had drinks at Brek’s Bar, so Brek drove me here?”
“That would be more believable. And from my understanding, your cellular device was returned when it was discovered and the air was, in fact, refilled before you returned.”
“I’d like to point out that my cell was discovered by you.”
“Details.” Sadie waved her hand.
There was no playfulness in his demeanor at all. “Details are important, Sadie.”
