Truly (New York 1)
Page 61
Ben lifted an arm, and his palm smoothed over the crown of her head. “No.”
“Yes.”
Slowly, he turned around. He framed her shoulders between his palms and rotated her a hundred eighty degrees. His body brushed against hers in a dozen different places, and his nearness pulled some secret trigger on her attraction.
Bam.
“My nose is higher than yours,” he said.
She lifted her chin a fraction. “It’s not. I’m looking down at your eyes.”
He tipped his forehead forward until it touched hers, and the bridges of their noses aligned.
It wasn’t sexual contact, or even sexy, and yet time slowed. All her senses filled up with Ben. His breath on her mouth. His warm forehead against hers. The smell of soap and end-of-the-day male.
“Let’s measure again.” She turned back around and waited for him to do the same, because it was safer to press her shoulders to his. Safer to push the back of her skull against Ben’s and feel him without having to see him, too.
“May?”
“Yes?”
“We’re exactly the same height when you wear those boots.”
Given the alignment of every single part of her body with every single part of his, she thought he must be right about that.
“I honestly don’t have an opinion on that, positive or negative,” he said.
“Okay.”
“I do have a number of dirty thoughts.” He waited a beat. “You want to hear them?”
Of course she wanted to hear them. And yet she hesitated, because she wasn’t sure how they’d gotten here again, and so quickly. Weren’t they supposed to be awkward right now? Deep into serious conversation or argument, rather than ignoring all that stuff in favor of this physical flirtation?
“I’m—I’m not sure.”
“All right,” he said calmly. “Just let me know when you do.”
“You’re giving me a rain check on your dirty thoughts?”
“Exactly.”
The word stroked over her collarbones and dragged down her eyelids. He shifted. His arm nudged her waist.
“I’m sorry I kissed you.”
“You said.”
“Are you?”
“Sorry?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“No.”
A long pause. “Does that mean I can do it again?”
“Do you want to?”