Page 40 of One Unexpected Gift

“Okay.” Again, he restrained from pushing her too hard.

“Your okay is the equivalent to a woman’s, it’s fine.”

“Are you insulting my manhood?” He teased, only because she was one hundred percent correct.

“I’ve been up close and personal with your manhood. There’s no joking about the heat you’re packing.”

Nick closed his eyes and moaned. “You’re killing me, smalls.” Using his favorite movie lines was the only way he could distract himself from making a fool of himself in front of his employees and Skylar.

“The Sandlot. Classic film. I was a lot like Dottie Hinson from A League of Their Own when I was younger.”

“An athletic badass tomboy? The first two I can picture. The latter, not so much. You’re all curves and woman.” He slid his hands up and down her hips and felt her suck in her stomach and pull away a fraction of an inch.

She was fuller in the hips than the last time they’d been together. He liked her curves. Hell, loved her curves. And more than ever, he wanted to see what they looked like without the layer of clothing. What her skin felt like against his.

His office was twenty feet away.

The supply closet, not further.

Clearing his throat and praying his erection wasn’t as noticeable as it felt, he took her keys from her. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

They held hands through the lobby and across the parking lot. When they reached her car, he palmed her keys and cupped her cheek with his free hand.

“I like you, Skylar Hayes. A lot.”

She blinked a few times, did that sexy thing with her lip, then let it free so it could turn up into a full blown smile. “I like you too, Nicolas Pierce.”

“My mother and sister are the only ones who call me Nicolas.”

“Why is that?” This time, Skylar made the move, eliminating the space between them until they touched torso to torso.

There was no way she couldn’t feel how much he wanted her. His gaze flicked to the backseat of her car. It was too dark to see if there was enough room for them to stretch out in there, and then he eyed his Jeep not too far away. It would be cramped too. The front seat could work. Him in the passenger seat. Skylar straddling him. Next time he’d bring his truck.

He licked his lips and met Skylar’s stare. Her eyes were stunning. With her red hair, green eyes, and cashmere skin, she was the iconic Irish woman. If she had a temper to match the stereotype he’d love her all the more.

Love. No, not love. I don’t do love. What he felt was pure lust. Wanting Skylar to have an Irish temper to match his mother’s Latina passion had nothing to do with love. Familiarity was all.

“Nicolas,” she purred, pressing into him. She lifted on her toes and kissed his chin.

“Yeah?” He’d completely forgotten her question. Even how she said his name sounded the same as his mother and sister. It should have freaked him out, instead, he wanted her even more.

“Do you not like to be called by your full name? Or do they use it when you get in trouble? I can see your mother and sister being upset with you regularly, which is why they probably use your full name all the time.”

“You think so?” He chuckled and drew her into his chest, resting his hands on her lower back. “My mother and sister adore me.”

“Even as the oldest, who gets in the most trouble?”

“Who said I got into the most trouble?”

“It’s written all over you.” She lifted her hands to his face and poked her finger into his cheek. “This dimple gets you out of a lot of predicaments, doesn’t it?”

“Predicaments?” He liked this, Skylar touching him, flirting with him.

“Please. Nicolas Pierce gets himself into all sorts of mischief and all he has to do is flash his dimple and wink those long lashes and baby blues and all the women fall at his feet.”

“It doesn’t work on all the women.”

“I highly doubt that.”

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