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She pressed her lips together and shook her head. Nope. Not admitting those x-rated thoughts out loud. His gaze narrowed, and she quickly asked, “What do you have going on this week?”
“A couple of standard shoots for the Colorado Conservationist. Another one for the botanical gardens.”
“No travel to an exotic land?”
“Not until end of the month, and only then if you consider Wyoming exotic.”
“Is that the skydiving?”
“Yes.”
“Exotic enough.”
He leaned a hip against the counter and braced his hand on the sink. “The offer still stands for you to come with me.”
“And my answer is still definitely no,” she retorted.
“Worth a try.” His slight smile fell as he watched her cut out a half-dozen petals. “I suppose I should go and let you get your work done.”
She cast him a sideways glance. “Or you could hang out a bit—unless you’re mad at me for what I said earlier.”
“I’m not mad at you. I appreciate you listening and your input.”
Thank God. “Is your brother waiting back at the house?”
“Loyal’s a big boy. He can entertain himself—if he’s even back yet.”
“Then stay.”
He eased closer along the counter. “There’s one small problem with that.”
“What’s that?”
“If I stay, I’m going to want to touch you. If I touch you, I’m going to want to kiss you.” His voice went all rough and husky in a way that made her stomach flutter like crazy. “And if I kiss you, I’m going to want to do so much more.”
By the time he finished speaking, his hard chest pressed against her arm, and he slid his hand along her back to grasp her hip. Honor’s breath caught in her lungs, and it took everything she had to keep making cutouts of the rolled out fondant. It was just for show, though. She wasn’t going to do a damn thing with any of the petals before her lips were on his, and after that, by the time she made it back, they’d be dried out and worthless.
“What makes you think that’s a problem?” she asked breathlessly.
“You were very adamant about short breaks.”
“Oh.” She feigned disappointment. “Yeah, I was, wasn’t I?”
“Mm-hm.”
She made a show of looking at the clock, tipping her head sideways in blatant invitation. “Well…I’ve got about five minutes left. How quick can you be?”
He chuckled at her teasing. “I refuse to be that quick.”
Good answer.
His fingers flexed on her hip as he leaned closer. When his lips grazed the side of her neck while his other hand rose from the counter to cup the side of her face, she gave a shaky sigh. “You’d have had more time if you’d touched me when I opened the door.”
“I wanted to.”
His warm breath on her sensitive skin weakened her knees with anticipation, like earlier when she’d first opened the door to his rakish grin. “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want your food to get cold,” he rumbled.
