Page 15 of Sweet Spot

Fortunately for me, the crazy high tech latch on the sliding doors to the balcony stopped her quest for a fast exit.

She messed with the latch. "What the heck kind of door is this?" The slight waver in her voice made me want to kick myself.

I walked over to her but stopped short of touching her. And that was not easy. But I'd made a mess of things, and the last thing I deserved was a reward for being an insensitive jackass.

Macy spun to face me. A split second of something other than anger crossed her face, and I was sure I read something in her expression that said kiss me. But it passed quickly, and I convinced myself I'd been wrong. Macy was different. She wasn't overt and obvious with her flirting, something I wasn't used to, and it was throwing me off my game. Which might just have been a good thing. Aidan always loved telling me that I was never going to settle down with one woman until I found one who could knock me off my stride.

"Macy, that was stupid of me to ask. I know. You'll have to forgive me for being a typical asshole whose mind goes straight to sex in every topic. Especially when the words are coming out of lips that I've been dreaming about kissing all week. I love sex. Hell, I'm part owner of a business that sells products to enrich people's sex lives. But I'm not him. I'm not that idiot who messed up and who is no doubt kicking himself a hundred ways to hell right now because that sure as fuck is what I'd be doing if I lost a woman like you."

Her expression softened and the starched set of her thin shoulders rounded as she relaxed. "You've been dreaming about kissing me?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Out of that entire explosion of feelings, something that believe me is as rare as a fucking dodo bird for me, that's the most important part you came away with—that I've been dreaming about kissing you?"

She blinked her big brown eyes at me. "Yes."

"Good." I took hold of her arms and pulled her against me. My mouth pressed down over hers, and I kissed her.

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