ans all the way back, bringing me with him into a sitting position.
“I should probably go.”
My mood falls, not wanting him to leave. I glance at the table and the half-eaten plates of food, blurting out, “We didn’t even finish dinner.”
He looks behind him and back to me with a smirk. “I got distracted.”
Heat creeps up my neck and chest, thinking about how we ended up on the couch. What started as what I thought was a normal kiss became heated, and he quickly relocated us from the table to the sofa. One kiss turned into two and quickly escalated into a full blown make-out session. It’s easy to lose track of time when Nick Bennett has you pinned under him.
I don’t want him to leave. I want him to lay me back down and continue to kiss me like I’ve never been kissed. I’m more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. The feelings from this morning return, and I try to tamper down the lust running through my veins.
“Grace?” Nick angles his head so it’s directly in my line of sight. “You okay?”
I snap out of my thoughts and focus on his beautiful face. “Do you have to leave?”
His face takes on a new expression as he shakes his head. “Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to.”
His face breaks into a wide smile. “Then I’ll stay.”
His phone rings before I can say anything else, and he fishes it out of his pocket. The ring tone is familiar, but I can’t place the song. “I need to get this. It’ll only be a minute,” he tells me.
I shift to get up and give him privacy, but he yanks me back into his lap.
“Hey,” he answers the call.
A male voice comes through so loud I can hear it clearly.
“Nicky, I’ve done the best I can, but Bizzy’s clued in. She knows something is up with you. You need to talk to her.”
“Shaw, I’ll call her tomorrow, promise.”
“You better. She’s about to climb the walls.”
“I don’t know why. I spoke to her this morning.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been home from Indy for days, and she’s on my ass, saying you’re different. Even my best methods of distractions aren’t working.”
I feel like a complete creep eavesdropping, even if Nick has me in a super hold, and I can’t help overhearing.
“Fuck, Shaw, I don’t need that visual. And not to get into your business, but if you can’t distract her, you must be doing something wrong.”
I can’t stop the giggle that escapes, and I slap my hand over my mouth, figuring Shaw hears me.
“Fuck you, Nick! It’s that damn ESP or voodoo shit you two have going on.”
Nick’s eyes land on mine and turn warm. He seems to be thinking about this and grips my thigh. “I’ll take her to lunch tomorrow and explain everything.”
“Maybe you can explain it to me, too.”
“I don’t think I need to explain it to you, Shaw.”
There’s silence followed by a loud roar of laughter. “Son of a bitch, you have until tomorrow.”
The line goes dead, and he slides the phone back in his pocket.
I try to think of what to say. I have a sneaky suspicion the call was about me. He tags me in closer and rests his chin on my shoulder.