searing through her. “So this is a no?”
He wasn’t sure what she meant. “No about what?”
She stared right up at him, holding her breath as she waited for his answer. “About an affair?”
He searched her eyes, trying to tamp down the instant lust. And the need to kiss her. “We were talking about you going home.”
“I just told you, I’m already home. I’m staying here.” She bit her lip and glanced at his chest again, unable to maintain eye contact. “But if you don’t want to have an affair with me, I understand.”
He was so turned on, so fascinated with her. “What do you understand?”
She quivered with the rejection and tried to hide it from him. “That you don’t want me.” She slipped out from where she was trapped by the countertop and his hard, muscular body.
Knox stood there for a stunned moment while her warmth moved away from him. He might be confused about some things, but wanting her close to him was not one of them.
“Oh no you don’t!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her around. His mouth captured her lips in a kiss that singed the floor beneath them. When he felt her arms go around his neck, he pulled her closer, moving her against him so that he could feel her breasts against his chest, her hips cradling his erection just like he needed.
He worked the pins out of her hair and felt the softness tumble over his hands, his fingers diving through the silken tresses and he wondered if she felt this soft in her satin nightgowns. He doubted it. Nothing could feel this amazing.
But before things could get even more out of control, he lifted his head, trying to stop the kiss. Those rosebud lips were even softer than he’d thought possible, swollen and kissing him back and his body ached, knowing that he’d done that to her. “Don’t even think about me not wanting you, Andie,” he groaned. His hands moving down her waist, feeling her rounded hips and her soft bottom. He even pressed her hips against his erection so that she was very aware of his desire. “I want you. But you can’t stay here. You have to go back home.”
She pulled out of his arms, her shaking fingers reaching up and touching her lips gently. They were still tingling, still wanting more.
“I am home,” she finally whispered.
Knox muttered something that she suspected she didn’t want to interpret too closely. But his hands moved back to her waist. “Andie! You don’t know what you’re talking about! That car alone is going to get you hurt!”
Wait, she was still trying to remember her name and he was berating her about her car? “What’s wrong with my car?” she asked, looking out the window, but it was already dark.
His fingers gripped the softness of her waist, trying to get her to understand. “The fact that you don’t know is only proving my point!”
“So explain it to me!” she came right back, not willing to take his ambiguous statements. “I don’t claim to be an expert at living here, but everyone had to figure it out as they went along, right?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Andie, that car won’t even make it through the first snowfall. The clearance is too low and you need four wheel drive to get over some of the snow drifts that build up around here. I’m not talking about just driving along the road. You can have several feet of snow piled up in your driveway.”
She nodded her head. “Okay, so I need to get a shovel. What else?”
She wasn’t getting it! His voice went deeper as he watched her silver eyes take in his advice. “You need a different car, Andie! That thing is just like you! It’s cute and adorable, but it won’t make it in the long haul.”
She narrowed her eyes, starting to bristle at his growling. “I’m not sure if I should focus on the compliment about me being cute and adorable, which,” she tilted her head slightly, “might not even be a
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