He pulled back a lock of hair, stared into her glazed eyes.
“Don’t bother denying it or telling me it’s none of my business, because we both know you want me, too, Kimberly. Just as we both know that I’ll be spending the night in your bed before you go home. By fighting the attraction between us, you’re only robbing us both of the pleasure I’d give you.”
“You’re insane,” she breathed against his mouth, but without fear or pulling away. Only hot desire shone in her wide eyes.
He wasn’t clear who moved, but their bodies touched from where her hands rested against his chest to where his groin pressed into her belly.
“Certifiable,” he agreed. Getting involved with Kimberly after she’d done such a number on him all those years ago was foolish. Yet he had a week with her. A week to give her back her smiles, which any fool—specifically him—could see she needed. A week to work her out of his system once and for all.
It was a win-win situation.
Daniel didn’t turn down odds like those.
“Oh, there you two are,” Sage said, her eyes flickering back and forth between them, a knowing look on her flushed face.
“Were we lost?” Daniel didn’t move away from Kimberly, just kept her pressed between the wall and his hard body.
He’d have held her close, kept his hand in the small of her back while guiding her to the table so anyone could see she belonged to him. But by frowning and giving a curt shake of her head, she made her feelings clear. She didn’t want anyone to know what happened between them.
She twisted away and, without another look at him or Sage, headed into the ladies’ room with her shoulders held high and rigid.
She may want him every bit as much as he wanted her, but she wasn’t ready to admit to her feelings.
Then again, he’d never quite believed she hadn’t still wanted him when she’d dumped him for another guy.
Oh, God. Daniel had kissed her.
Oh, what a kiss.
Hot, heavy, sweet, the kind of kiss that made a girl forget she stood in the back hallway of an upscale Boston restaurant.
Kimberly had.
She’d totally forgotten they were dining with a group of colleagues, forgotten they stood in a public restaurant, forgotten they were little more than strangers with a past.
And a son.
She sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Her makeup was smudged and her lipstick completely rubbed off her kiss-swollen lips. Onto Daniel? She hoped not as that might raise questions with the others.
Her eyes shone brightly, looking large and luminous in her pale face. She pinched her cheeks, hoping to add some color to her skin. Too bad she’d left her purse at the dinner table because she could really use a powder touch-up and lipstick.
The door opened, and Sage entered.
“Hi,” Kimberly said automatically, then winced when her voice squeaked. She was a thirty-two-year-old professional, not a silly schoolgirl. Why was she acting like she got caught with her pants down in the boy’s locker room?
But Sa
ge didn’t comment. Walking up to stand next to Kimberly, she checked her appearance and took a factory-sealed lipstick from her sling purse.
“Here,” she said, handing Kimberly the tube. “This came in one of those freebie gifts I always get when I purchase my wrinkle cream. You need a fresh coat and this is more your color than mine anyway.”
Her face red, Kimberly took the warm coral-colored cylinder, removed the clear plastic, then applied the creamy substance to her lips.
“Thank you,” she said, attempting to hand the container back to her work colleague.
“Keep it. As I said, the color looks better on you than it would on me.” The woman fixed a stray strand of hair, then leaned against the counter and eyed Kimberly. “You’re one of Daniel’s exes?”