Staci whispered, “I used to enjoy kissing.”
“What happened to change your mind?”
“I never did change my mind. It was changed for me.”
Oh, God. How had the ex files popped into her brain?
Well, not so much files. Just one. Sadly, depressingly singular.
A man Staci never wanted to think about again, let alone mention.
“How about I change it back?” Nick offered.
Her heart fluttered. “That’d be nice.”
“I’m not striving for nice.” Lust tinged his rich, sensual tone.
Excitement shot through her. “Words a woman likes to hear in the bedroom.”
“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?”
Anticipation rippled down her spine. “What would you prefer?”
He stepped forward again, slowly. Forcing her backward until she was trapped between the door and his brick wall of a chest.
Heat flared between her legs.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
As though she were going anywhere.
Not in a million.
His breath was light and breezy on her skin. Tantalizing. His eyes bored into hers, full of desire and need.
Oh, the need.
It burned in his electric-blue irises.
“This is where you change my mind,” Staci said on a wisp of air. “About kissing.”
He swallowed hard.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the desire and need intensified in his expression.
He had her jonesing for him without doing a damn thing. Just gazing so fixatedly, hitching the anticipation, holding her spellbound.
Making her ache for him.
Aha. That was his tactic.
Making her ache for him.
Okay. Mission accomplished.
She wasn’t above begging. “Kiss me. Please.”
His mouth crashed over hers. Her lips instantly parted, and his tongue delved deep, twisting and tangling with hers. Immediately engaging her. Immediately sending her soaring.