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“Wow,” I say with feeling. “You look magnificent.”
She dips her head so her short blonde hair swings forward to hide her blush. “Thank you.” Then she looks up again, her gaze skimming over me. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You wear a suit superbly well.”
“Most men do.”
“Not like that. I’m guessing it’s bespoke?”
“Yeah. Off-the-peg suits don’t tend to fit me right. My shoulders and thighs are too big.”
She walks forward to stand in front of me. She’s wearing a pair of black high-heels, and although she’s still quite a bit shorter than me, they bring her lips slightly closer to mine.
She drops her gaze to my mouth. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
My lips curve up, and I watch hers mirror them. “You’ve put your lipstick on,” I murmur. “Now I can’t kiss you.”
“That was damn foolish of me.”
“Probably for the best.”
“Mmm.”
We study each other for a moment. Her smoky-gray eyelids have dropped to half mast, and her lips have parted. Her desire rises from her like perfume, and the longing in her eyes is like a silk ribbon, winding around me, ensnaring me.
I want her, so badly. If I don’t do something right now, I’m going to rip off her clothes, throw her on the bed, and make mad passionate love to her. I want to kiss her all over, slide inside her, and make her come over and over again.
God… I really, really want to do that…
“We should go,” I whisper reluctantly.
She blinks. Her cheeks flush pink. Then she moves back and says, “Yes, of course. I’ll just get my purse.”
I watch her walk away, my heart—as well as certain other bits of my anatomy—aching for her. I feel bad, as if I’ve embarrassed her, although we’re as bad as each other.
She comes back with her clutch bag, smiles, and says, “Okay! Shall we head out?” She turns and heads for the door.
“Heidi.” I stride to catch her up. I take her free hand, and she stops and turns to face me.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
She touches my arm. “It’s okay. You’re right. We shouldn’t.” She drops her arm. “Just stop taking your bloody shirt off and we’ll be all right!”
I chuckle, and she grins and opens the door.
“Wait, shall we call the house?”
“Nah,” she says. “Let’s walk up.”
“In those heels?”
“It’s okay, I’m wearing stockings, so they won’t rub.”
My eyes nearly fall out of my head as I follow her out. “Stockings?”
“Well, holdups.” She snaps the elastic at the top of her leg.
I scowl as we walk past the car and onto the grass pathway that leads the other side of the trees to the house. “You’re determined to torture me.”
“Says the man who ejaculated his shaving foam in front of me,” she replied, and we both laugh.
