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No wonder he had come with flowers!

‘You were eavesdropping?’ she asked, her indignation obvious. ‘And remember you snooped through my PDA that first day too! I should have seen this coming.’

But James only laughed again. ‘You think you have any right to complain? You read my private blog. That’s way worse than eavesdropping. Fifty, sixty per cent worse, at least.’

He was right. They were just as bad as each other. Made for each other.

She shook her head and realised his hand was still resting beside her head. If she tipped her face sideways she would be able to snuggle into his strong wrist.

‘My reasons were altruistic,’ she said, her stubbornness fading as she felt the chill seep from her bones as his natural warmth enveloped her.

‘Mine weren’t,’ he said, his eyes now filled with a fire she had never seen there before.

And, pretty certain that she wasn’t in her right mind any more, she dropped the hand holding the bouquet to her side, reached up with her spare hand, grabbed a handful of his blue sweater and pulled him hard towards her.

It felt as though James had been waiting his whole life for this moment—the moment this woman was able to get past her stubbornness to make the first move.

He leaned in without resistance, his lips crushing against hers, hot, insistent, dissolving him from the inside out. Her skin was so soft and creamy, she tasted of toothpaste and heat.

Her other hand crept around his neck, dangling his now squished roses down his back as she pulled him closer and closer still, pressing her body against his. He pressed back and felt her breasts crushed against his chest.

Oh, Lord. She had nothing on beneath that soft top of hers. He took her around the waist, so thin, his hand burning against the hot skin of her lower back, his little finger diving beneath the elastic of those hot red pyjama bottoms.

She reached higher on tiptoe. Without those insane red high heels of hers she

was so small. So delicate. So fine …

His whole body thrummed with excitement that they were actually together, and not just together, but kissing like he hadn’t since he was an oversexed teenager.

He stole a hand behind her head, diving into those tempting curls as he had wanted to since that first afternoon. He held her, gentle yet uncompromising. She was exactly where he wanted her, and he was sure that she couldn’t have pulled away from his loose grip for all the world.

He buzzed—until he realised that so did his pocket.

‘Your phone …’ Siena murmured against his lips.

‘Ignore it.’ He trailed kisses along the edge of her mouth, but he knew she was already pulling back.

‘James …’ she said, the word torn from her as she did what he couldn’t and pushed a hand against his chest, breaking the last tenuous strands of their luxurious embrace.

He stepped back, took a deep breath, rubbed a frustrated hand over his hair, then dived into his pocket for his phone.

‘It’s home,’ he said, his face contorting into a tight frown. What was Kane up to now?

But it was a message from Matt asking him to bring home milk.

He grinned. Matt had joked he would send a message in case James needed an out if it all went horribly wrong. Who knew that the message would come just as it had all been going so very right?

‘You should go,’ Siena said, her voice ghostly soft.

And James’s grin faded. It took some effort to look into her eyes as, for some reason, for the briefest of seconds, he thought she meant for ever.

‘Go?’ he repeated.

She nodded, her eyes wide and skittish.

He bit back a growl of frustration. He’d thought that they were finally on the same page, but she was looking at him not like he was the answer to all her dreams but more like the big brick wall in their way.

He took in a deep breath, centred himself, then took her spare hand in his. It was limp and unusually cool. He could feel she was shivering. He wanted nothing more than to drag her into his arms and not let go, but somehow he didn’t think that would help.

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