kerosene lantern back with him. Being able to see his expression and his steel-blue eyes was not helping her feel any less nervous.
She lifted her foot toward him before remembering her new toenail polish. It was too late now.
âI tried to wash the cut while I was waiting for you to come back,â she said with a shaky voice.
He turned her foot in his warm hands and stared down at her toes. âWhat color is that? Blue?â It felt so strange, having him touching her bare foot that way.
Sheâd hoped that he would never have to see her little girly choice of polish. How embarrassing. She should be wearing her athletic shoes, like she nearly always did.
âMy sister sent it to me. I was just messing around tonight while I waited out the storm. Itâs not my usual color. Iââ
âI like it on you,â he interrupted with a raspy chuckle. âItâs fresh and full of energy. Just like you.â
âOh.â Annie was totally overwhelmed by the heat sheâd seen in his eyes.
Nick still had hold of her foot. Suddenly she realized what was happening. She was aroused by having him touch her bare skin. And if she didnât miss her guess, Nick was aroused as well. Jeez. Now what?
âThe cut doesnât look too deep,â he told her as he studied it. âDo you think you washed all the glass out?â
âIâm pretty sure.â
He raised his eyes to question her and she was immediately struck dumb by his nearness. His face wasmere inches from her own. If she just leaned forward slightly, she could kiss those full lips. She could reach out and pull him in for the pleasure of it.
Her imagination began to run away with her and ripples of some unnamed sensation ran down her spine as he began to bandage her feet. It was too intense and she closed her eyes so he wouldnât guess what she was thinking.
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Nick had to bite the inside of his cheek in order to get through bandaging Annieâs wound. It was all he could do not to ravish her right there in the bathroom.
It had been easy to see that she wanted him. If not because of the sexy bedroom way sheâd been staring at his lips, then because of the way her nipples had peaked against the thin material of her T-shirt as he tended to her wound.
Obviously, she wasnât wearing a bra. But then, he remembered that sheâd been in her silky shorty pajamas when the roof had caved in. Of course she wouldnât wear a bra to bed. And he hadnât retrieved any underwear for her on their way out of her suite.
Knowing that was driving him crazy. He didnât want to stare at her chest. It had been tough enough before when sheâd felt his arousal against her back. Good Lord. Male anatomy was such a pain sometimes.
It was a huge relief to finally have her bandaged and safe and sound on the sofa in his office. Now he had to find something to do to keep them both occupied through the rest of this storm.
He absolutely refused to give in to his bodyâs demands. He was a much better man than that.
âDo you want to try to get some sleep? That sofa is fairly comfortable,â he asked with too much force.
âAre you kidding? Who could sleep with all the excitement of the hurricane?â
âHopefully, weâve had the last of the exciting events for this storm.â
âAre you going to sleep?â
He shook his head. âNo.â Exasperated and enchanted with her all at the same time, he gave in to the situation and leaned back against the edge of his desk. âI guess we should keep each other company while we wait it out.â
Heâd wanted it to be easier. Heâd wanted her asleep so his libido would let him off the hook. But nothing about Annie ever seemed easy. Passionate, sensual and so full of life an aura of energy fairly shimmered around her.
âIâve heard of hurricane parties. Maybe we could have one of those.â
âHmm. Depends on your
Catelynn Lowell, Tyler Baltierra