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Excerpt
I climb the stairs wearily to the front door and Nick shadows my steps, acting a little like a human shield. I don’t know if he even believes I was attacked, but he seems to be taking protecting me pretty seriously. I’m beginning to think it was just a one off. I happened to run into a psycho. Typical.
Jabbing the entry pad, I push it open and Nick follows me up.
“You don’t have to escort me all the way home, you know,” I mumble.
“Sienna, I’m not leaving you until you’re safely home. Just accept it and shut up.”
He says this softly so it doesn’t sting but I do feel ungrateful. My fingers are numb, maybe from shock, so I fumble to open the front door.
“You want a coffee? Breakfast?” Nick asks as he closes the door gently behind him.
I scowl, knowing I should be the one offering him breakfast, not the other way around. I’m really going to have to make this all up to him. Another time though.
“I was going to go to bed.”
I realize I’m being rude, but I’m tired and edgy. I keeping wondering what would have happened if Nick hadn’t turned up. And then I glance into Nick’s eyes and they’re dark and simmering with something indescribable.
Bed.
The word lingers in the air and I wish I’d never said it because now the word is echoing in my head and the idea of a bed and Nick can’t seem to compute in my mind. It’s like my body suddenly explodes with unbridled desire and the synapses in my head are firing off. I’m overloaded with erotic images, with the memory of Nick’s hard body under my cheek, and all I can think is how much I want that solid body pressed against mine.
In bed.
And I know he’s thinking it too. I can see it in his blue eyes. He takes a moment to shrug off his light jacket. I guess it was cold when he first stepped out. He takes his time as if there’s no hurry. As if I won’t burst into flames if I don’t touch him. His gaze remains on mine as he hooks it over the coat rack. I frown at the domestic sight of our coats hanging together, an image of a future I’ll never have.
I suck in a deep breath as he releases his jacket and turns completely toward me. Today he wears a tight old grey T-shirt, the lettering on it faded, and scruffy jeans. The denim is worn around the crotch… My cheeks flame. What am I doing studying there?
I’m not sure who takes the first step but both of us move forward. I feel as though I’m pushing through water or cold treacle just to get to him. And then he’s there, all hard muscles and rough fingers.
Those fingers are in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss me. His lips meet mine. There’s no pretense to this kiss. It’s hard and demanding. His teeth bump into my lip and I whimper. I’ve never been a whimperer but Nick’s kisses make me want to keen and beg for more. My hands snake up around his neck, my nails dig into his skin. His tongue presses between my lips and I taste coffee and heat, and I can’t get enough. We deepen the kiss, clamor against each other.
Those fingers are in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss me. His lips meet mine. There’s no pretense to this kiss. It’s hard and demanding. His teeth bump into my lip and I whimper. I’ve never been a whimperer but Nick’s kisses make me want to keen and beg for more. My hands snake up around his neck, my nails dig into his skin. His tongue presses between my lips and I taste coffee and heat, and I can’t get enough. We deepen the kiss, clamor against each other.
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