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But his hand shot out and gripped her upper arm, making it impossible to move. ‘Why do you do that?’
Her skin prickled where he touched her, every nerve ending on hyper alert, yearning for his touch all over.
‘Do what?’
‘Undersell yourself.’
His pupils dilated, almost obliterating all that beautiful hazel, and she glanced away.
He didn’t stop staring at her but she didn’t dare meet his gaze for fear of seeing what she’d glimpsed a moment ago.
Desire.
She must have imagined it. A result of years of pent-up sexual frustration, him touching her arm, and wishful thinking.
Because if she couldn’t handle Ryder teasing her, no way could she handle him wanting her.
Guys like him didn’t want girls like her.
Beauty and the Geek. And she sure as hell wasn’t the beauty.
‘You’re something else, Polly.’
His audible sincerity undermined her almost as much as the use of her name without the usual teasing addendum, and she couldn’t help but look at him.
What she saw blew her away.
Heat.
Pure, unadulterated heat that made her want to lean into him, stand on her tiptoes, and devour him.
‘You always have been,’ he added, so softly she barely heard, as his hungry gaze focussed on her lips.
Polly swore her heart stopped. Her chest felt tight. Her throat closed. Her eyes watered. Since when had their teasing turned sexual?
Something indefinable pulsed between them as he lowered his head. Every muscle in her body locked. She should flee but she was damned if she wanted to. She’d imagined how his lips would feel for so long that she wondered if the reality would surpass the fantasy.
Firm, commanding, a master who’d had more practice than she had. And in that moment, with a palpable electricity arcing between them and her body straining towards his, she knew kissing Ryder would be a dumbass idea.
He could have any woman he wanted. So what the hell was he doing toying with her?
Time to flee before she blubbered as well as pashed him.
‘Still a charmer.’ She patted his cheek for a moment, savouring the illicit thrill of stubble scraping her palm, before easing away. ‘Nice to know some things never change.’
She slipped out of his grasp, grateful when he let her go.
She only just caught his murmured, ‘I’ve changed,’ before she fled.
