My fingers close around the silk of the blouse just as his hand catches my wrist.
I freeze.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His voice is rough with sleep. Warm and sexy in a way that sends a shiver down my spine and makes me want to jump right back into bed.
“I...” I glance back at him, my heart picking up speed. “I need to get ready for work.”
His eyes are open now, watching me with that familiar sharp focus. The vulnerability from sleep, all but gone, although…there’s something new in his gaze, too.
“It’s too early for work.”
He doesn’t release me. But he doesn’t pull me closer either.
“I have a lot to do,” I say, despite the fact that we both know that work can wait.
“So do I.”
He watches me like it’s the most natural thing in the world for me to be standing naked next to his bed.
“You don’t have to run out of here,” he says, quieter now.
“I’m not running.”
His mouth curves like he doesn’t quite believe me. “Feels like it.”
I hesitate, caught between wanting to stay and knowing that I really should go.
“Last night, was?—”
“Amazing,” he finishes for me.
My eyes widen, and he huffs out a quiet laugh. “You didn’t think so?”
“No.” Horrified, I quickly add, “I mean, yes. It was amazing. More than amazing. I just—” I stop myself before I make it worse and press my lips together.
“Good,” he says, his voice lower now. “Because I’d hate to think I’d left you wanting.”
“Oh no. You definitely didn’t.”
His lips curl up into a satisfied smile,making my stomach flip like he’s remembering it just as clearly as I am.
He shifts slightly, his grip finally sliding from wrist, but he doesn’t let go. Not completely. Instead, his fingers dance up the inside of my arm.
“Good,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “It would have been a problem if I had. After all, considering the circumstances, it’s the type of thing you only get one shot at.”
“Right.” A blush creeps up my cheeks.
“Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I hold his gaze. “I did. Thank you.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Lilly.” His eyes darken, sending shots of desire through me again, reminding me I’m still standing in front of him completely naked.
“Right, well… “I clear my throat and pull away. “I should get dressed and get to work.”
“Right.” He doesn’t reach for me again, a detail I find more than a little disappointing. “Work.”
