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I pushed it back and focused on Angel. Whatever mood she’d been in a moment ago had vanished, replaced with the usual, crackling charisma that I’d come to know.
Edging forward, I teased. “I’m not giving away any more secrets.”
“What secrets? And the things you told me back at the office don’t count.”
“They don’t?”
“If it’s easy to share, then it’s not a true secret.” She frowned thoughtfully. “Your deepest, darkest secrets are the kind that take too much courage to voice.”
Target acquired. Interested?
The thought kept popping into my mind.
I moved closer to Angel, struggling to erase my disquiet, struggling to keep my hands to myself.
She stood so near, brown eyes glinting. Fire and strength were in their hue, but her curved cheeks gave her a soft allure.
The blue T-shirt failed to hide her curvy figure and the shorts rode high, revealing the delicate line of her scar on the thighs I’d handled this morning.
My eyes fastened on her mouth—plump and unintentionally seductive. I could quiet the chaos inside with one taste of her lips.
I sensed that instinctively.
Drowning in Angel would be a beautiful end.
My vow to leave her alone wavered. Now that she was here. In front of me. I wanted her.
Angel moved back. Fear flickered in her eyes. I could imagine that my expression, in this moment of confusion and craving, scared her. Softening my face with a smile, I nudged her a little farther until her back hit the wall. Planting my palm just above her head, I pinned her in with my hips.
She gasped and I knew that she’d felt my desire.
“What are you doing?” she demanded hoarsely.
“You intrigue me.”
Her nostrils flared.
I leaned down, chuckling when she flashed me a warning look. Stopping just before touching her lips, I confessed, “That’s my secret.”
Footsteps clattered toward us.
Angel pressed her palm against my chest and shoved.
I moved away, not because her puny little push had done anything, but because she wanted me to. Invading her personal space had been a risk I’d taken in the moment, but it would not be repeated.
The ball was now in her court.
Humphries rounded the bend and skidded to a stop. “There you are.” He pushed out his chest and stomped down the hall in a false show of bravado. “Where is my room?”
“Out there.” I pointed to the hall.
“On the balcony?” Humphries grimaced.
“I was thinking the couch, but you can have the balcony if you prefer.” I strode ahead and stopped at the guest room. “Angel, you may sleep in here.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to sleep in the couch? Why can’t I sleep in the guest room too?”
I drilled Humphries with a hard stare.
