Page 28 of All I Desire

“Hi,” I say, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. “Sorry, I’m running late and I just showered.”

He steps inside and hands me the flowers.

“These are gorgeous. Wow. Thanks. No one’s given me flowers in…” I’m shaking a little when I look up from the bright bouquet.

“Hey, you,” he murmurs. His voice is way smokier and sensual than it was on the beach. It makes my heart flutter even more. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”

“Me too,” I breathe.

We stare at each other. Tonight, his eyes are a warm gray, inviting and enticing. I’ve seemingly lost the ability to move, because I’m just standing here in my robe with wet hair, holding the flowers. Gawping at his beautiful face. That sharp jaw and that raven-black hair. Somehow, he seems taller tonight, and there’s a sprinkle of stubble on his jaw.

I step close to him, near enough to feel the warmth of his chest. My eyes falter to his lips. His hand finds my free arm, and his fingers locate my inner wrist. This one little touch makes me feel like I’m going to combust.

“Hi,” I repeat stupidly.

“Hey.” He grins, then dips his head to kiss me.

My knees almost buckle and I melt into him, all the tension and frenzy replaced with a different kind of need and urgency.

We kiss for a few minutes, and his hands slide from my face to my shoulders. Since I’m only in a bathrobe, I’m wondering if we should do it right here, right now…

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