Charged blue eyes lift to mine. “Why are you here, Raegan?”
“You’re a petulant asshole who stole my clothes.”
“In Ibiza.”
“You really want to talk about that now?”
“You’re standing half-naked in my bathroom,” he says softly. “You don’t want to know what I want, love.”
My eyelids drift down again to the outline of his thick erection against his black shorts.
Distance destroyed my heart, but it fed our chemistry. I’ve been without him so damn long, and every inch of me is begging to close the space between us. But letting him touch me will mess with my head, make it harder to remember we’re not together and we won’t be getting back together.
He circles my wrist with his large hand. There’s no way he can’t feel my thudding pulse.
“Tell me one thing and I’ll let you walk out of here. Did you miss me?” he asks.
“No.”
His lips caress my wrist, and my knees sag.
“Liar. I can’t read your thoughts, but I can read your body. The way your eyes shine. How you breathe through your mouth instead of your nose. The way you sway toward me, daring me to touch you. I know what you want as clearly as I know what I want.”
I can’t hold in the moan, not when his tongue traces the same path as his lips, sending trails of fire up my arm that have my breasts pulling tight.
His eyes darken with intent. “You have five seconds to leave before I push you against the wall and take what’s mine.”
“My body doesn’t belong to you,” I whisper, not moving to leave.
“No. But the way you react to me does. Five.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“You’re about to be full of me. Four.”
I look past him toward the door. “You’ll never have me back, Harrison.”
“Three,” he rumbles with a wink, and I feel the shiver from that wink all the way through me. “Last chance.”
“Go to hell.”
“Only if you’re coming with me. Two.”
I try wiggling out of his grasp, but his grip tightens, pulling my body flush against his. His heat and strength make me gasp.
“Don’t play games that I’ll win.” He swivels around so my back is against the wall. “You knew the second you walked in here where this would end.”
Unbelievable.
My heart thuds against my ribs as he waits me out.
I angle up my chin. “Well? Are you ever going to get to one, or is this just—“
He kisses me.
In the quiet moment before his mouth touches mine, I know I could step away, or say no, or even push him away. But I don’t. I don’t want any of it.
At the first brush of our lips, I open. His tongue slips past mine, and he threads his fingers through my hair, silently begging for more. I give it to him, kissing him back.