Prognosis Christmas Baby - Amy Andrews Page 0,12

inside, her desire flared like a lighthouse beacon, beckoning him closer.

Even though the rocks were treacherous and he risked being snagged, their attraction pulled at him like the undertow of a tsunami.

Damn it. He needed another drink.

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as Nash left the table. She’d felt the weight of his gaze all evening and it excited and terrified her in equal measure. The overwhelming feeling of inevitability sucked the breath from her lungs.

He looked his usual laid-back sexy self tonight, in faded jeans and a polo shirt the exact shade of his tropical-waters eyes. It touched all the right places on him.

And inside her.

He looked good enough to sprinkle with sugar and eat with a spoon.

God, this was getting way out of hand. They’d spent a fortnight studiously avoiding each other. The zing between them was still there but it was as if he’d decided to crank back the vibe. He didn’t flirt. He was polite, friendly.

And that suited her just fine.

In fact, she was very grateful for his detachment and returned it in the same spirit. But tonight it was if a channel of energy had opened up across the table between them, a portal visible only to them, and the bounds they’d subliminally put on their relationship had been sucked away.

Nash returned to the table with a glass of beer and looked directly at her, his gaze grazing her face before dropping to the V neckline of her T-shirt. Then he flicked it up and Maggie could see the raw hunger in his eyes.

She stood. She couldn’t bear it any longer. If she didn’t leave now she was going to drag him into the loo just to get it out of their system.

‘I’m off,’ she announced. There was a chorus of protest but Maggie waved it all away.

‘Me too.’ Nash stood, his beer untouched. ‘Do you think you could give me a lift?’ he asked, looking directly at her.

Maggie swallowed, hoping the heat between them wasn’t as obvious to everyone else. ‘I’m getting an Uber.’

‘Good. We can share.’

The desire in his gaze light up his blue eyes like a beacon and scared her witless. But she nodded anyway.

There was quite a crowd at the ride share point and Maggie’s heart belted along at triple time as they stood side by side, hyper aware of the people around them.

‘What are we going to do about this, Maggie May?’

Maggie heard the murmur of his voice near her ear and knew they were standing at a crossroads. The wise thing to do would be to stick to her side of the path. But as she looked up into his face she knew she wanted him to kiss her more than she’d wanted anything in the last decade, and she knew she was powerless to resist.

Tonight, anyway.

She glanced around at the people behind, relieved to see they were too engrossed in their own conversations to be paying any heed to theirs.

‘One night,’ she said, amazed at the steadiness of her voice as she took charge of her destiny ignoring the bongo-drum of her pulse. ‘One night only.’

Nash’s heart crashed to a brief standstill in his chest before galloping madly. He searched her gaze for a moment. He’d expected her to knock him back, to persist with her denial. But she was looking at him calmly. Intently.

No doubts. No Maggie of old.

Just double chocolate fudge brownie eyes sucking him in, tempting him further. And one night was good. Enough to quench the attraction but not for it to be misconstrued as anything other than two adults having a good time.

Perfect. ‘Works for me.’

Maggie breathed again. ‘How far away do you live?’

‘Ten minutes.’

‘I’m closer.’

Her Uber pulled up. ‘Get in,’ he said, opening the door.

A trill of lust squirmed through Maggie’s abdomen at what she’d just initiated, and her hands trembled a little before her legs kicked into action. She hesitated at the door for a moment then Nash smiled at her like he already knew all her secrets and wild horses wouldn’t have kept her out of the cab.

She slid across the seat, greeting the driver, aware of Nash like she’d never been aware of anyone before as he scooted across the seat. He moved in close, draping his arm along the back of the seat, crowding her, surrounding her.

He nuzzled her ear and her neck, and when his hand skimmed her thigh, slowly creeping up one denim-clad leg, Maggie almost whimpered out loud she was so turned on. She should