I should turn around, step back, and walk away.
Instead, I rest a shoulder against the doorjamb. “Or Audrey packed it with hers.”
“Yeah.”
There isn’t more than a foot or of space between us.
We shouldn’t be standing so close. We shouldn’t be alone together. We shouldn’t be silently staring at each other like two mooning idiots, slowly moving closer.
What am I doing?
She steps closer.
What is she doing?
She continues her slow approach. Her eyes are warm, her smile soft. Lethal combination.
She could ask me to murder someone right now, and I would probably say yes.
I’m not sure who moves first, or if we move at the same time, but a second later she’s in my arms, and we’re kissing like it’s our last night alive on earth.
She tastes like sugar and spring flowers and heaven.
One of my hands slips into her hair, cupping her skull. The other goes to her waist, pulling her closer.
Her fingers clutch at the front of my sweater.
My back runs into the doorframe, and she presses into me.
I kiss down the side of her neck, nibbling on the spot just above her collarbone.
“I want you so badly.” She presses her palm against my raging erection.
I groan against her neck. This is going to end very quickly if she keeps touching me there, but if she stops, I might die.
“Spence? Spencer? You home?” Carter’s voice breaks through the haze of lust clouding my senses.
“Spencer? Are you upstairs?” Closer and louder than before.
I reach for Vivien’s searching hand and grab it, holding it against my pounding heart and trying to catch my breath. “Vivien. Wait.”
“Hmm?” Her lips brush against my jaw.
“We have to stop. Carter is here.”
Her head drops against my chest.
We’re both breathing too fast.
“Stay here. I’ll get rid of him.”
In a feat of herculean strength, I set her away from me.
Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen.
“Spence?” He’s at the top of the stairs now, or closer. Goddammit.
I’m going to kill him.
