He shrugged. “Is that what you really want?”
No. “Yes. I’ve been doing fine, just fine, and I want to keep doing just fine. I don’t need you making my life more complicated. I want to keep things simple.”
“You mean boring.”
“I mean simple. I go to work each day, I look after my grandma, and I go home. Simple.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It is. That’s the point. It’s boring and it’s easy and I’ve fallen into a nice routine. I don’t need you stirring things up.”
“Maybe you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That maybe me leaving you alone isn’t the answer. Maybe the answer is for me not to leave you alone.” His voice dropped to a low murmur. “You thought about me last night, didn’t you?”
“In your dreams.” She turned and busied herself spraying the leaves on a ficus.
“No.” His deep voice came from behind a heartbeat before he forced her around. “In your dreams. Your fantasies. You saw me last night, didn’t you?”
No. The word was there on the tip of her tongue and all she had to do was open her lips and let it out. But she couldn’t. Not with him staring at her, into her. She nodded.
“I saw you, too. I saw you all slick.” He touched her cheek, traced the shape with his callused fingertip before making his way down the damp skin of her neck. “As slick as you are right now.”
“I saw you,” she admitted. “You were slick, too. And soapy.” And aroused. He’d been fully aroused and she’d been ready for him.
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