Shane hung a right onto his street and a few minutes later she followed him up the driveway. He pulled his truck into the garage opposite the carriage house he rented from Logan Forest and she parked near his place to wait.
Moments later he rolled the overhead door down and crossed the driveway. Bobbi was out of her car before he made it that far, her eyes taking in his long, measured stride. His wide, leather clad shoulders and that hair, god he had great hair.
Without a word she followed him inside the carriage house and then up the stairs that led to the loft above his workshop. Shane flipped a switch, but immediately dimmed the light so that the effect was soft and intimate.
His little rug rat of a dog came out of nowhere, barking madly and sniffing around Bobbi’s boots until she shooed it away. It didn’t take much, the dog was obviously in love with her owner because Pia gave one more bark and jumped up onto a chair, and then onto the counter where she proceeded to whine and bump her head into him.
Shane leaned against the countertop, his dark eyes settled onto Bobbi with an intensity that took her breath away. She didn’t know what exactly lit them up, desire? Need? Hatred? Did it matter?
Heat ripped through her and she was afraid her cheeks were as red as the box of Valentine candy left on his kitchen table. She doffed her jacket and placed it across the nearest chair and then turned back to Shane. The silence between them was heavy and she needed to crack it.
“You have any wine?” she asked in an uncontrolled Monroe kind of voice that came from where?
“You don’t want wine,” he said, his voice low and hitting that timber that rolled over her skin like little fingers of pleasure. It was a statement, not a question.
“No, I don’t want wine.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
“What exactly is it that you want?” he asked dangerously. He spread his legs slightly as he continued to lean against the countertop.
She could play the game. Keep the banter going. The back and forth. The verbal foreplay.
But she didn’t want to. It had been too long since she’d felt this aroused. Sex with Shane had always been hot and wonderful and amazing and adventurous. So, why couldn’t she have some of that again? Even if only for a brief moment?
“You,” she said simply, loving how his eyes widened slightly as if he was surprised at her answer.
“You want sex,” he said matter of fact.
Something about his tone caught her attention and maybe she should have listened to the warning bells that clanged loudly in the back of her head, and yet…she didn’t.
“I want sex,” she said slowly taking two steps until she was between his legs, her body humming with desire. Already she pulsed with anticipation. She was wet and ready.
“Why?”
God he smelled good. It took everything in Bobbi to keep still when all she wanted to do was rub her body all over him like a cat.
She tilted her head and gazed up at him, her eyes taking in the stubble that shadowed his jaw, the cleft in his chin and the adorable dimple that softened an otherwise very masculine face.
Why? There were a hundred and one reasons why this wasn’t a good idea, and yet…
“Because I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.”
Surprise lit his eyes and for a moment he said nothing. Any other man would have been all over that information. Belittling her ex-fiancé Gerald and his inability to either please his woman, or the fact that he hadn’t been getting any.
But not Shane.
Silence stretched for several more moments and when he spoke it was anti-climactic. She might have jumped. Who knows, maybe she did.
“This is going to get complicated,” he said slowly.
“It doesn’t have to be,” she answered. Her heart was beating so madly that she was sure he heard it. “Complicated, I mean. Not if we don’t let it.” Pia whined and retreated into the shadows but neither of the adults paid her any mind.
His eyes darkened to liquid chocolate and Bobbi shivered. She was hot and cold, her skin clammy.
He shoved off from the countertop and she took a step back, startled. “This is just about sex,” he said.
She nodded.