thick eyelashes perfectly framing them. And his high cheekbones make me want to trace them with the tips of my fingers. I can’t even get into his plump pout. Kissable is the word I’d use but it would take my mind to a place I cannot bear to go and get rejected again.
“Uh, I’m going to go, and let you two work out your differences.” Porter’s suggestion surprisingly sounds a lot like dejection. “See ya, Sunshine. I’ll send over that wine you liked last time.”
Embarrassment burns hot at my cheeks as I glance over my shoulder at his retreating form. I can’t believe I forgot Porter was even there, but that’s the least of my problems. Swallowing, I lift my chin and firm my resolve and focus on the man in front of me.
“Milo, this is very awkward. We’re supposed to be discussing the business proposition you have for me, not standing here in a clinch.”
His beautiful lips twist up into the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. I’m a puddle of goo and have no lock on my emotions or physical desires when pressed against the man of my dreams.
“Before I let you go, you must know, I never said I didn’t want to date you. Just that I wanted to discuss business first.”
His words filter through my brain and the synapses start firing well enough that I’m capable of standing on my own two feet without assistance. I frown and attempt to push away. He doesn’t let me go.
“I’m not done having you close, Nizhoni.” He dips his head and presses a kiss to my temple, then runs his chin and cheek down the side of my face. The long silky strands of his hair tingle against my skin and I close my eyes, inhaling the leather-and-smoke-infused scent that has always permeated the air around him.
Before I realize what he’s doing, he places a warm kiss on the side of my neck. I tremble and dig my fingers into his chest.
“Mmm, responsive. This is good,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm and inviting.
My mind swirls with desire and I let out the breath I was holding while pushing out of his grip. “Stop. I don’t even know what this is.” I stagger farther away, gesturing between us before dropping into one side of the booth.
His lips twitch in what can only be amusement as he folds his large frame into the seat opposite me. A waitress rushes up and places a glass of white wine in front of me. I grab for the glass as though my life depends on it, gulping down a large amount. I swear I’m about to expire from a rapidly beating heart, an overactive libido and a whopping dose of what the heck is happening.
“I’ll have the Colorado IPA. Whatever steak you offer, medium. Potato. Vegetables. Evie? You’ve eaten here before. What would you like?”
I physically have to watch my hand let go of the wineglass I’ve been clinging to like a baby to its pacifier. “Um, the same.”
“That will be all until the food is ready,” he states curtly, and focuses his magnetic gaze back on me.
I lick my lips and look down at my glass before clearing my throat. “You wanted to talk business?” My voice is shaky after the embrace and kisses. Sure, they were only temple and neck kisses but that was more demonstrative than I’ve ever seen him before. It felt so incredibly intimate coming from him.
“I’ve changed my mind. No business.”
I frown and tip my head. “But—”
“I want you,” he states directly, as he leans his elbows on the tabletop and laces his long fingers together where he rests his chin and stares me down.
Stares. Me. Down.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard what you said. You want what?” Two and two is definitely not adding up to four.
“You,” he states flatly.
Inhaling a full breath, I let it out slowly. “Milo, I’m not sure I understand.”
“Yes, you do.”
I shake my head. “No, um, I don’t think I do, because we’ve known each other for a very long time and you’ve never shown any interest until I made a fool of myself last night and—”
“I wasn’t in the position to share my interest before. I am now.”
Frowning, I reach for my glass and take a huge drink, so much so it burns the back of my throat as I swallow.
“You, me, we... I’m confused.”
At this he smiles, showing no teeth, and sits back against the booth, crossing