Page 10 of Conflict
I don’t listen. I’msogoing there. Because, as he stares down at me, I have the urge to squeeze my thighs together, and there’s no way my fingers will give me the pleasure I’m so desperately seeking right now.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he says, and yep, there goes the last little bit of my resolve. Because an apology is sexy coming from any man, especially a stranger. “I was wrong. Presumptuous. A total bastard. About your dad, marriage, all that.” Then he leans in so close that his breath is a sweet whisper against my lips. “But you didn’t refute that you were looking for a bad boy.”
My lips purse. I meet him eye for eye, giving nothing away. No emotion on my face. “That’s because I didn’t see one.” With that, I turn, walking several steps away.
My breath hitches a second later when he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and turning me until I’m facing him. Shane pulls me in toward him until his forehead’s touching mine. I’m entranced by the way the moonlight reflects in his eyes, his breath teasing my lips with its warm, reassuring cadence.
“Then, by all means, allow me to prove it.”
It’s not quite a question and not quite an order. And, for some reason, I can’t find the ability to say no. I don’t want to.
Feeling quite unlike myself, I rise to my tiptoes and brush my lips across his before dropping back down to my heels. Shane watches me as I take a step back, out of his embrace. I reach into my pocket and hold up a keycard, grateful I kept the one for Ariana along with my own. I press it into his open palm, whisper my condo number, and walk away.
What happens next will have to be up to him.
