Page 13 of Tight Spaces

"I’m right here." She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Blunt was good. Action was better.

He made a strangled sound in his throat and stepped back. "Ain’t going to happen." But his eyes ate her up.

And that was so hot, she couldn’t help posing a little. She might have felt stupid but for the alcohol and the way he watched her, like he was a sailor on leave and she was the first woman he’d seen after getting off the ship. No, even hotter…so hot, her skin burned.

Her jeans came off almost as easily as her top. She stepped out of them. "Really?"

She thought maybe it was going to happen. Max’s body for sure wanted it, no matter what his mouth said. She stretched and did a little turn. "All yours for the night."

"Shit. Piss. Damn. You shouldn’t have done that." He spun away and practically sprinted for the guest bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she demanded, even the warmth from the alcohol not equal to the chill of his blatant rejection.

"Bed, where you should go too…in the other room, not mine." He was babbling and it would be cute except for what he was saying. "Goodnight, Danusia," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hall.

Danusia stared down at her nearly naked body. Okay, she wasn’t a nearly six foot tall supermodel like her sister, Elle, but she wasn’t horrific either. And they hadn’t done anything yet, so he couldn’t know she wasn’t a perfect sex kitten between the sheets.

Oh, she’d be happy to try, but no amount of reading made up for practical experience and hers had been pretty dismal.

Her alcohol muddled mind couldn’t decide what she’d done that had sent Max running. He’d said he wanted her. His body had shown it. Oh, how it had shown it.

But he’d also said he had five reasons. Five reasons for not having sex with her.

She needed to find out what those were.

Because she wasn’t about to give up on the first man that could hold her attention when there was new data to decipher.