Alex gulped down the tea like a thirsty man crawling through the Sahara Desert. He grinned and set the empty glass on my end table.
I sat down next to him, my breathing shallow. This close to him, the spicy scent of his aftershave washed over me. I’d not smelled it before. I wondered if it was new.
He turned and offered me a smile. “Thanks for the drink.”
“You’re welcome.”
Something in his eyes changed. Happiness changed to open hunger.
My breath caught. That look haunted me in my dreams at night, in my fantasies that I’d tried to bury under anger and disappointment. It was the look of a man who wanted a woman, the look of desire for me.
Oh, I missed it badly.
“This is dangerous, you know,” I whispered.
“What?”
“Us being alone together. Last time it ended up with you kissing me.”
Alex grinned widely. “You didn’t seem to mind at first.”
“No, I ...” I shook my head. “I didn’t, to be honest. It felt—”
“Felt what?”
“Damn good?” I offered.
Alex chuckled quietly. “What are you scared of, Aspyn?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Of what you do to me.”
He inhaled deeply. “What is it that I do to you?”
“Make me feel things, think things, that I shouldn’t.”
“And why shouldn’t you?”
I averted my gaze. “Because it’ll lead to other things.”
Alex scooted toward me until he was right in front of me, his hot breath heating my face. “And would that really be so bad?”
“Yes. No. Maybe?” I blinked.
His mouth pressed to mine. I eagerly parted his lips with my tongue to deepen our kiss.
His hands explored my sides, gently skimming down them until landing on my hips.
Alex pulled away, his breathing heavy. “I want to make you moan, Aspyn. I want to make you feel good.”
I gulped. “W-what?”
“I want you,” he said, his gray eyes boring into me. “But I need to know you want it too. That’s not just me being selfish again.”
“I want you. Oh God, how I want you.”