He told his eyes not to move, but they did of their own accord as though they’d been drawn by some kind of magnetic force beyond his control. They wandered and only stopped when they’d reached that collarbone again.
He could tell she was breathing more deeply. And if he’d had to guess, he’d wager her heart was beating fast too. His eyes drifted to her breasts. It was hot enough to fry a tamale on the sidewalk, and yet her nipples—his fingers twitched, and he fisted his palms. She quickly crossed her arms. His glance slipped down to the hem of the dress. It was just past her knees. If there was a strong enough wind, that dress might—
“Ahem!”
He stared a moment longer before looking up and meeting her gaze.
Say something.But his brain was flooded with the image of her leaning over him when she’d brought him the sugar, only now she was wearing that dress.
Say.
Something.
“You could have saidno,” he said.
But not. That.
She blinked. “What are you talking about?
You’re stuck with it now.
“When I asked for the sugar. You. Could. Have. Said.No. What’s more, you could have just handed me the sugar and walked away.”
“Why are you talking about that?” She uncrossed her arms, fisting her hands. “You were the one who wanted me to lean in close so you could talk without anyone else hearing.”
He shrugged. “Yeah. But like I said, you could have saidno. If you’d just stood there, I would have been forced to get out of that chair. In which case, your hair never would have gotten caught in my zipper. And then those photos of you with you …”
“What?” she spat.
“You know.” His eyes drifted down. Damn, he wanted to bite those nipples. Hard. He grinned and then met her glare. “With you leaning over like that.”
She was grinding her teeth. It made her jaw even more bold than it already was.
And then in an instant, her jaw softened.
She took a step back, and her lip curled as her eyes drifted down his chest and his torso. She didn’t stop until she’d reached the spot right between his thighs.
Heat swarmed like dragonflies as that terrain became muggy, thick, and swampy. That he could have handled, but his crankshaft had begun to rotate.
Up.
And.
Out.
Damn it.
She was smirking.
Finally, she raised her eyes and met his.
Her pupils narrowed like the two sharp blades of a cat’s eyes.
Damn her eyes are dark.
Are they black?
They could be black.
