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“Sure. How can I resist such a nice invitation?”
“Whatever,” she muttered as she put her hand on the door handle.
“Hold on. I’ll come around.”
He got out of the car and walked around the hood to her side of the vehicle. Vic got there just before she pushed the door open.
“I don’t need you to open my door, Vic.”
He held out his hand, and she looked down at it, then up at him.
“There’s ice here, and you might want some help with those killer heels you have on.”
She glanced down at the curb and sighed.
“I didn’t even…never mind.”
She practically slapped her hand into his. Definitely not a delicate flower. He helped her out and pushed the door shut behind her.
“I can’t believe all the ice we’ve gotten this year,” she said as they walked up to her front porch.
When she stepped up, she lost her balance. He caught her before she fell.
She looked up at him. “Oh, sorry.”
His body was already reacting. Hell, he walked around raring to go if she was within a hundred yards. Now, though, her body pressed against his, and his heart started to race. He could smell roses. The scent always seemed to cling to her skin.
“No problem,” he said. Even to his own ears, his voice had deepened, roughened. She shivered against him, and he had to bite back a groan. He wanted her, but on his terms. So, reluctantly, he steadied her, then stepped back.
She closed her eyes and drew in a breath as if trying to calm herself. When she opened her eyes, he could see the carefully banked fires. Addy might pretend she wasn’t interested in him, but she wanted him. He wasn’t wrong about that.
Retrieving her key from her purse, she unlocked the door and then invited him inside.
As Vic stepped over the threshold, he smiled. It was pure Addy. Colors, scents, it was like walking into a flower shop. It was almost dizzying to his senses, but then, so was Addy.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Just that your house fits you.”
She didn’t say anything to that. Instead, she put her purse on a hallway table and walked away. “Come on. What do you want to drink?”
Most people would be offended, but it warmed his heart. She was uncomfortable around him. Good. Since she’d been making him itch for months, it seemed appropriate. He shoved his hands in his pockets, following her at a sedate pace. No reason to rush the night. Nothing was going to happen.
“I’ll take coffee.”
She pulled out a French press. “I take it you want some caffeine to keep you awake on the ride home?”
“That’s fine.”
He didn’t need to tell her that there was a good chance he wouldn’t get any sleep. Just being there in her little kitchen with her, seeing her flit around in that little bitty dress…that memory would keep him awake for hours.
She reached up to grab the coffee, rising to her tippy toes. The way she was moving, he knew it was a matter of time before he saw more than he could handle tonight. Vic decided to take matters into his own hands.
“I’ll get that.”
And just like she always did, she contradicted him. “I can get it.”
He sighed and reached over her to grab the coffee. She fell back against him and then turned to face him. There was something so right about being there in her kitchen with the soft lights above them and the pattering of the rain against the window. He’d resisted for months, trying his best to control the situation. But in that instant, he didn’t care about that. He just needed a taste to know she wanted him like he wanted her.
