‘Don’t be,’ he said. ‘It’s …’ he made a show of searching for the right word, then smiled at her ‘… cute.’
Cute? She was never going to hear the end of that one, was she?
She opened her mouth to say so but he was looking at her with those solemn, sad eyes, his smile not quite reaching them. And the heat at her elbow was radiating to her fingers. And the jostle of the line kept pressing them together, creating more heat wherever they touched. And his scent filled her nostrils. Invaded her brain.
And she felt more like a woman right now than she’d felt for an entire year. Maybe ever felt.
Ali could feel herself melting on the inside.
And she totally lost her train of thought.
It was crazy. She’d known the man for two seconds. Yet here she was liquefying into a puddle at his feet because he had sad eyes and looked at her as if she was a woman.
She shook her head as Kat’s treacherous voice murmured moving-on sex in her head.
Ali cleared her throat, determined to pick up the thread of her last coherent thought. ‘You’re not going to let me forget the Pisces thing, are you?’
Max chuckled. ‘Not a chance.’
The queue moved forward and it seemed only gentlemanly to Max to slide his hand to the small of her back and usher her along. Still his fingers tingled and he rubbed them absently against her blouse to erase it.
‘Nearly there,’ he murmured as the front of the queue came into sight.
Ali swallowed as Max’s fingertips seared through the fabric of her shirt and set fire to every cell in their vicinity. She shut her eyes briefly as her nipples beaded against her bra and long forgotten muscles deep inside her trembled.
God, this was insane!
Was it possible to orgasm through a completely non-sexual touch to an area far away from the usual erogenous zones?
With a stranger?
In public?
She squeezed her thighs together, shifting back slightly, and was thankful when his hand dropped away.
Ten minutes later they were about five groups away from the head of the queue when they were given the chance to jump it to complete the numbers for a share cab. Max raised an eyebrow at her and Ali leapt at the chance to shorten the agonising experience of constantly being bumped against him.
His warmth was way too compelling.
His voice way too smooth.
And he smelled way too male.
It was not her intention to do anything other than go home but her libido seemed to have roared to life tonight and she wanted to get out of his orbit pronto.
Just in case.
Her life was complicated enough.
Max grimaced as Ali’s body was jammed against him by the third person climbing into the back seat. He could smell the alcohol on the other passenger and he turned slightly, his arm along the back of the bench seat shielding Ali from the worst of it.
It did however push them even closer together and he was excruciatingly aware of her breast squashed against his ribcage, her thigh pressed along the length of his, her curls springing against his jaw, tickling his neck.
It won’t be long. It probably won’t kill me.
And then she shifted, her fingernails accidentally scraping against his thigh, and the sensation travelled all the way to his groin and inside his underpants. He went very still as his arousal intensified.
What the hell was happening to him tonight? He hadn’t thought about being with another woman for over a year and now he was acting like a teenager on a first date. Every move, every breath, every whiff of her perfume headed directly south.
Maybe it was as Pete said. Maybe he did need to get laid.
But not her. Definitely not her. He had enough baggage of his own without picking up hers too. Maybe when he got home he’d go find his little black book.
Dust off the cobwebs …
Because he definitely was not going to ask her to come up for a coffee. He was not going to kiss her. And he was not going to sleep with her.
Ali had complicated written all over her.
And then she turned her olive-green eyes on him and gave him a small smile. ‘Thanks so much, for tonight,’ she murmured. ‘For rescuing me from the Kat-and-Pete show and distracting me from a day I didn’t want to have to think about.’
Max swallowed. Her mouth was so close, it would be too easy to move his in closer …
‘I think we rescued each other,’ he said, returning her small smile. ‘We both needed a laugh. I had a good night too. Better than I’d expected.’
Ali nodded. It was nice to know she’d helped him too. It gave her something else to ponder other than the trip of her pulse and the scorching heat of his body against hers.
Despite that, however, Ali also felt overwhelmingly tired. How she could be in such a heightened state of awareness and simultaneously sleepy wasn’t a conundrum her brain cells were up to. She could only assume four daiquiris had something to do with it. It was certainly their usual effect.
She yawned loudly. ‘Sorry,’ she apologised.
Max smiled. She blinked at him slowly through heavy-lidded eyes and he felt another fiery dart to his groin.
‘It’s fine,’ he dismissed. ‘Lay your head on my shoulder. Go to sleep.’
At least then she wouldn’t wiggle so much.
Hopefully.
Ali opened her mouth to protest but the very small part of her that wasn’t utterly turned on was so very tired and somehow she felt safe here next to him with his heat and the daiquiris and the rock of the cab lulling her.
What could it hurt to drop her head against his very inviting shoulder? To sigh as he shifted to make her more comfortable? Place her hand across his chest, burrow it beneath his jacket lapel, feel the scrape of cool satin lining as she snuggled in closer?
#x2018;Ali? Ali?’
Ali murmured as the low sexy notes of a saxophone disturbed her pleasant slumber. The smell of man surrounded her and it had been long—so long—since she’d been held that she pushed her face closer to the source. The warm cushion beneath her cheek was fragrant, a steady boom soothing her into a state of bliss.
‘Ali?’
The voice was more insistent this time and she fluttered her eyes open, shifting to look up towards the source of the rumbling beneath her ear. It took a few seconds for the world to come into focus. For the steady grey gaze to register, the purr of an engine, the glare of an internal light.
Max smiled as the woman he barely knew bathed him with her sleepy olive gaze. He hadn’t felt remotely like moving away from her when they’d got rid of their other back seat passenger and had decided it wasn’t right to disturb her.
Besides she’d been warm and soft and smelled like woman and as agonising as it had been he’d forgotten how good it felt to have curves and perfume pressed against him.
‘Hey, sleepy head. This is my stop.’
‘Sorry.’ She smiled back but didn’t move. She couldn’t. She was utterly reluctant to leave this strange cocoon that balanced on a precipice between platonic and promise.
There was something about his smile. Ali had got the