“Timing is everything.” He took a breath and spoke the words he’d wanted to say all night. “I swear, Mimi. If you come to my bed tonight, you will not regret it.”
His voice was low and lethal, tight with the sexual tension that had strung his balls to his spine like a cable car.
Her expression shuttered. She yanked her hand away.
Too soon.
“Hang on. That’s not—” He tried to backtrack but she cut him off.
“Let’s pretend that last part didn’t happen.”
He braced his hands on the doorframe, effectively blocking her in as he leaned close to say, “Not what I was going to say.”
She ducked under his arm and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. He turned his head, resting his cheek on one outstretched arm to watch her go. Those round hips swishing away from him, her hair bouncing halfway down her back.
Damn.
Damn.