Page 58 of So Right
He started to shake his head, but seemed to think better of it since she was tying his tie. “No time.” Something about his tone told her that if theydidhave extra time, he wouldn’t waste it buying a corsage. Need, stark and hungry, pulsed between her thighs.
Her knuckles grazed his neck as she knotted the tie. She realized he was clean-shaven for the first time.
“You shaved.”
His shoulder lifted slightly. “It seemed appropriate.”
“I kind of like the stubble. Scratch that, I love the stubble.”
He chuckled. “I get it—scratch that.” He tipped his head down as she finished, and their eyes locked. “Duly noted.”
More heat skittered up her spine. She smoothed her hand down the front of his tie. “All done.”
“Not quite.” He turned, and she followed, waiting for him in the area between their bedroom doors. He emerged again, shrugging into his navy coat. “Now I’m done. What do you think?”
She drank him in head to toe and clenched her hands into fists lest she pounce on him and ruin how great he looked. “I think I’m an idiot for insisting we keep our hands off each other.”
