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Preferably after some sleep.
Looking up at him, she said, “Well, apparently I owe you a thank-you as well as an apology.I wouldn’t have picked you for the knight-in-shining-armor type, but in this case, I’m glad I was wrong.”
She started to climb out, but Nick pressed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “We knight-in-armor types like to make sure our damsels get into the castle in one piece.” He bent down to lift her out of the car, knowing she could easily walk the short distance to her door, but deciding to give in to his desire to hold her again. The hell with his knee.
Willa pushed against him, her pulse racing as her hands came into contact with his firm chest. “I’m okay. I can walk on my own.” Seeing the determined look in his eyes, she continued more forcefully, “I know I fainted, but it was from drinking a little wine on an empty stom—ooomph.”
Nick hoisted her over his shoulder, then turned back and hooked her purse with the handle of his cane. When she started to squirm, he lightly swatted her backside. “You sure don’t play your damsel-in-distress part real well. Now stop wiggling or my surgeon will be able to pay for his yacht in one easy installment after I have to pay him to repair all the tendons you’re ripping apart.”
Willa stopped immediately, incensed at hiscavalier treatment of her, but not wanting to injure him.
“Thank you. Now, can you dig out your keys, please?” He swung her shoulder bag around where she could grab it.
“Let me guess, you played offense,” she grumbled as she yanked the purse out of his hand. “I did faint, you know.”
“All-pro for four straight years. And don’t worry, this’ll help get the blood circulating to the brain again.” Having reached her door, he turned around, aiming her close to the knob. “Can you unlock it?”
“Put … me … down,” she enunciated very slowly, her voice raspy—probably due in part to the proximity of her face to his firm tush. “Now.”
Nick let her slide slowly down the front of his body, not trusting his knee enough to bend it to set her down. He was instantly aware that this method was proving hazardous to another part of his anatomy, one not so easily concealed in the tight jeans he was wearing.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Nick stepped away from her. She felt relieved and curiously adrift all at the same time. “Sleep, I need sleep,” she muttered.
Nick leaned down to ask her to repeat herselfat the same time as she turned to open the door. The action brought them face-to-face and, more disturbingly, mouth to mouth. Neither of them seemed capable of moving. He knew he was making a big mistake, but the throbbing in his knee as well as the one between his legs was making it impossible for him to think clearly.
Guided purely by instinct, he closed the gap between them. He traced her lips with small kisses, teasing her lips apart. She tasted exotic, a mixture of wine and something else that was all her own. He could get addicted to this.
As she softened against him he pulled her closer, leaning against the doorframe to take the weight off his knee so he could hold her with both arms. His lips just touching hers, he whispered, “Willa, open your eyes and look at me.” She immediately complied, and Nick swallowed hard at the guarded desire he saw in her eyes. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to. A nameless emotion welled up inside him, something very like regret, because she had every right to be wary of him. “We need to talk. You and I—”
“I know,” Willa said softly, her voice so husky he could barely understand her. She kept her gaze locked with his for a moment, then pulled away, completely out of his arms.
He let her go, but not easily. Nick watchedher closely as she gathered her wits, struggling, but achieving a slightly ruffled version of her usual controlled self. It slowly occurred to him that her control was her defense, a shield she used to
Looking up at him, she said, “Well, apparently I owe you a thank-you as well as an apology.I wouldn’t have picked you for the knight-in-shining-armor type, but in this case, I’m glad I was wrong.”
She started to climb out, but Nick pressed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “We knight-in-armor types like to make sure our damsels get into the castle in one piece.” He bent down to lift her out of the car, knowing she could easily walk the short distance to her door, but deciding to give in to his desire to hold her again. The hell with his knee.
Willa pushed against him, her pulse racing as her hands came into contact with his firm chest. “I’m okay. I can walk on my own.” Seeing the determined look in his eyes, she continued more forcefully, “I know I fainted, but it was from drinking a little wine on an empty stom—ooomph.”
Nick hoisted her over his shoulder, then turned back and hooked her purse with the handle of his cane. When she started to squirm, he lightly swatted her backside. “You sure don’t play your damsel-in-distress part real well. Now stop wiggling or my surgeon will be able to pay for his yacht in one easy installment after I have to pay him to repair all the tendons you’re ripping apart.”
Willa stopped immediately, incensed at hiscavalier treatment of her, but not wanting to injure him.
“Thank you. Now, can you dig out your keys, please?” He swung her shoulder bag around where she could grab it.
“Let me guess, you played offense,” she grumbled as she yanked the purse out of his hand. “I did faint, you know.”
“All-pro for four straight years. And don’t worry, this’ll help get the blood circulating to the brain again.” Having reached her door, he turned around, aiming her close to the knob. “Can you unlock it?”
“Put … me … down,” she enunciated very slowly, her voice raspy—probably due in part to the proximity of her face to his firm tush. “Now.”
Nick let her slide slowly down the front of his body, not trusting his knee enough to bend it to set her down. He was instantly aware that this method was proving hazardous to another part of his anatomy, one not so easily concealed in the tight jeans he was wearing.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Nick stepped away from her. She felt relieved and curiously adrift all at the same time. “Sleep, I need sleep,” she muttered.
Nick leaned down to ask her to repeat herselfat the same time as she turned to open the door. The action brought them face-to-face and, more disturbingly, mouth to mouth. Neither of them seemed capable of moving. He knew he was making a big mistake, but the throbbing in his knee as well as the one between his legs was making it impossible for him to think clearly.
Guided purely by instinct, he closed the gap between them. He traced her lips with small kisses, teasing her lips apart. She tasted exotic, a mixture of wine and something else that was all her own. He could get addicted to this.
As she softened against him he pulled her closer, leaning against the doorframe to take the weight off his knee so he could hold her with both arms. His lips just touching hers, he whispered, “Willa, open your eyes and look at me.” She immediately complied, and Nick swallowed hard at the guarded desire he saw in her eyes. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to. A nameless emotion welled up inside him, something very like regret, because she had every right to be wary of him. “We need to talk. You and I—”
“I know,” Willa said softly, her voice so husky he could barely understand her. She kept her gaze locked with his for a moment, then pulled away, completely out of his arms.
He let her go, but not easily. Nick watchedher closely as she gathered her wits, struggling, but achieving a slightly ruffled version of her usual controlled self. It slowly occurred to him that her control was her defense, a shield she used to
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