““I keep walking in on you in your pajamas.” He let his gaze wander down lazily before sliding it up again and placing his hands on the chair on either side of her. “Don’t you think it’s a little too much to expect me to keep walking away?” Her skin tingled as little pulses of excitement danced over it. “I expect you to take no for an answer.” “Do you?” He leaned in, just a little—a brush of bodies, the feather of breath over her mouth. “I would have sworn you were expecting this.” He lowered his mouth toward hers, stopping an inch before contact. He saw her eyes darken, heard the long intake of breath, knew she held it. He waited, while his blood surged, waited until he knew they were both suffering. “Kiss me back,” he demanded, and crushed his mouth to hers. She””
