“I think I can manage. I’m not a weakling.”
But in his eyes, he must view women as such…
“I didn’t say you were. Just call me if you need to. How about that? Is that better?”
“I will. Thanks for your help, and for buying all this furniture for me. You really didn’t have to.”
“You’re welcome. Can I get a handshake or something before I leave?”
Smiling, I extend my hand to his.
“I change my mind. I don’t want a handshake.”
“No?”
“No.”
This guy…
“Then what do you want?” I question.
“Anything other than a handshake. You choose.”
I take a step closer to him, hesitating to do what I think he’s asking. I release a breath, then close my arms around him, squeezing his torso until our bodies are pressed together tightly. I nearly lose consciousness at the feel of those thick, sinewy arms encased around me.
I could faint.
Seriously.
I could just drop right now.
This feels good.
Too good.
Spine-tingling good.
Make-a-girl-lose-her-balance good.
I close my eyes and it’s like I’ve drifted off to sleep, but I’m wide awake. At one point, I hear myself moan, but I’m powerless to stop it.
“Are you okay?”
I heard his question, but I don’t want to let go just yet.
“Tessie,” he says softly, releasing me.
I open my eyes to look at him. “Yes?”
“You good?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Get some rest. Don’t be late for work tomorrow.”
“Am I ever?”
“I’m just warning you.”