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Even though Nick’s full attention had been trained on Liam as they discussed the case, it didn’t go unnoticed that Zane was at it again.
The guy was standing much too close to Becca. He had one arm braced against the wall as he leaned into her. He saw Becca take a step back and cross her arms as she angled her body away.
After Liam, armed with four freshly opened beers, went back into the living room to rejoin the guys and watch the last half of the game, Nick was better able to hear what Zane was saying to Becca.
The guy was asking her out again. Couldn’t he read her body language? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that she wasn’t interested.
Obviously, the guy wasn’t very good at picking up subtle clues. Nick went over and slid his arm around Becca’s waist.
“Sorry, man, she’s busy.”
Chapter Seven
“I’m not mad at you, Nick. I’m just confused because you keep sending me mixed messages. I get the feeling that you don’t want a commitment—at least not a romantic commitment—but then when a man asks me to have dinner with him you tell him I’m busy?”
There. She’d said it. Now almost everything was out in the open. Except for the million-dollar question. She hoped he wouldn’t make her spell it out. But on the drive back to her place from Liam and Kate’s, she’d decided she was prepared to go for broke, because, really, what did she have to lose?
Him, maybe?
She didn’t really have him. She was carrying his babies, and he seemed to be easing into the role of expectant father, but that didn’t mean the two of them had a relationship beyond co-parenting.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been sending you mixed signals,” he said as he steered the car into a visitors parking place in front of Becca’s condo. “I guess I’ve been trying to figure this out myself. But spending time with you this week, and, yes, I’ll admit, watching Zane make his big move, helped some things crystallize.”
Becca’s heart went all fluttery. Even though she knew she should tell Nick he couldn’t have it both ways, when he turned to her and ran his thumb along her jawline, trailing it across her bottom lip, she met him halfway as he leaned in and covered her mouth with his.
His kiss was soft at first, transporting her to that magical place she always found herself in when she was with him.
He tasted vaguely of beer, but there was something else, something spicy and minty-cool freshening the taste. Something that tempted her to open her mouth wider and to lean in closer.
When she did, he deepened the kiss. Her whirling mind registered the velvety feel of his lips—those skilled, talented lips. God, he was just so darn good at this. So good at invading her personal space and instinctively knowing how to touch her just the way she wanted to be touched.
Becca didn’t care about anything but this moment—this single moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered but the two of them and the babies growing inside of her.
“Should we go inside?” he asked, his breath whispering over her lips.
She answered him with another kiss before putting her hand on the door handle.
“Stay right there. I want to open your door for you.”
“You’re such a gentleman.”
“I’m glad you think so, because the things I want to do to you might be considered ungentlemanly.”
The thought took her breath away. “God, I hope so.”
With that he let himself out of the car. The windows had begun to fog up. So she could see only the vague outline of him as he made his way around to her side.
She knew what this meant. She knew she was letting this happen again without any promises or pledges from him. And she thought of how well their bodies worked together, how he felt inside her, and that was all the promise she needed.
He helped her out of the car and put his arm around her, pulling her close and nibbling at her ear and her neck as they walked toward her front door.
“Do you know how crazy you are making me?” she asked as she took her keys out of her purse.
“How crazy? Tell me everything. How does this make you feel?”
As she unlocked the door, he positioned himself behind her, and she could feel his arousal through her coat. He moved her hair to one side to give himself better access to her neck, and the way he licked and trailed kisses made her stupid with lust.
His hands found their way inside her coat to her breasts; she inhaled sharply. If she couldn’t open the door, they might just have to make love out here. He slipped his hands underneath her blouse and found her sensitive nipples. He knew just the right amount of pressure to make her want to cry out.
