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“Nick, this is like your own private store. I’ve only ever seen something like this in movies.”

He had drawers down below and hanging racks on the upper levels. All the lights came on as we moved in front of each unit. He was very well organized too: suits on one side, shirts on the other. T-shirts carefully folded.

“I think the best word to describe this place issexy.”

I only realized I’d said it out loud when Nick turned around and replied, “That’s an interesting choice of words.”

I shrugged. “Just what came to mind. And it perfectly fits you.”

“So, you think I’m sexy?”

The flirty tone was back. We were very close to crossing the line once again.

I had a flashback of us in the steam room. Judging by the way his eyes darkened, he was thinking along similar lines.

“Nick...,” I whispered.

“Fuck!” He closed his eyes and then opened them again. They were even darker. A shiver went through me at the sight.

Without even realizing, I stepped closer, and then so did he. He tilted my head up, cupping the side of my face and threading his fingers through my hair.

I instantly got wet. I had no idea how it was possible, but I was already on edge with need. Then again, maybe it wasn’t such a surprise. The tension had been building between us for some time. Last night, it had increased exponentially.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks,” he murmured against my temple.

Every word only turned me on even more. “What exactly?”

“Touching your hair. Especially after last night.” He exhaled briskly, and his breath shook. “I nearly canceled today.”

I gasped lightly.

“But then I couldn’t because I needed to see you.”

Chapter Eighteen

Nick

I’d been so good at holding myself in check all evening. In fact, I deserved a damn medal because I was on my best behavior last night too. I’d been so close to pulling her into my lap in that steam room and kissing her. And we would never have stopped at a kiss. It would have been impossible. I wanted to do things differently today, yet here I was, hand buried in her hair, unable to stop touching her.

“Nick!”

I slowly pulled back. I wanted to kiss her temple and then get us out of the bedroom to somewhere safe. Instead, I did something else entirely.

I kissed a straight line from her temple to the corner of her mouth. She was trembling, and I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I licked her upper lip and bit the lower one. She opened up without my even having to ask, and I captured her mouth. This was everything I’d needed and wanted for weeks—way before our fake marriage plans. That one kiss in front of Bob and Sophie had been great but nothing compared to this.

I wasn’t holding back at all, giving her my tongue, exploring her mouth as I gripped her hair even harder. I liked that it was so thick and luscious; I could probably bury both hands in it.

I only paused the kiss enough to tilt her head up so I could move my mouth down her jaw and her neck. She was wearing another flowery dress, and all I could think of was how easy it would be to take it off her. I was already losing my mind, and we hadn’t even moved in together.

When she reached for my shirt, I realized the feeling was mutual.

She wasn’t pushing me away. Instead, she moved her hands under my T-shirt.

I wasn’t going to let her walk out of here tonight without having her. It wasn’t possible. We both desperately needed it.

She pushed her hand even farther up my chest as I deepened the kiss. She was moving her fingers in a pattern. I smiled against her mouth when I realized she was tracing my abs.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she said when our lips parted. “I’ve been dying to do this since you took me to the barbeque.”

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