with her tongue. Yes, definitely she wanted more. But, she had to be realistic. She had to think about what more would entail. Yet, at the moment, she didn’t want to think at all.
She glanced at her watch. She now had less than ten minutes to redress. What would they talk about? Would he tell her he’d decided after all this time that he loved her and—
Regan suddenly went still. She needed to calm down and stop acting like a sixteen-year-old who’d gotten kissed by the most popular boy in school. She had to stop thinking about things that might not happen...like another kiss, the feel of his hands all over her, him stripping off her clothes, taking her against that pillar he liked leaning against.
She needed to pull herself together, and no matter how difficult that might be, she would do it.
Precisely twenty minutes later, after changing into a pair of jeans and a shirt, Garth returned to the foyer just as Regan did. He nearly missed a step when he saw the outfit she’d changed into. It was a beautiful jumpsuit with an off-the-shoulder neckline that emphasized the curve of her neck.
His gaze traveled up to her face and zeroed in on her mouth, the lips he’d tasted earlier. She had applied more lipstick. He fought the urge to close the distance between them and kiss it off.
While getting undressed, several alarming thoughts had filled his mind. What if Regan wasn’t ready for what he wanted? If he were to let his desires be known and they weren’t reciprocated, it could push her toward ending her employment with the company. If he proposed an affair, things could get messy if it didn’t work out. It would not only ruin his relationship with her, but also with Franklin. Could he risk all of that?
“There are a couple of Paulo’s muffins left from this morning. I plan to grab one. Would you want one, as well?” she asked as they walked side by side to the kitchen. “I bet it would go well with the coffee.”
He picked up on the slight nervousness in her voice. He didn’t want her to feel uneasy around him. He would do and say whatever it took to remove any tension between them.
“I bet so, too, but I’ll pass. I had enough sweets for the night. Go ahead and grab your muffin and I’ll get the coffee started,” he said in a lighthearted tone.
“Okay.”
He moved to the counter where the coffeepot sat and couldn’t resist glancing over at her as she moved toward the refrigerator. That outfit looked pretty damn nice on her. In fact, she looked good in anything she put on her body...even her pilot uniform. But what was on his mind now, more than anything, was her taste. No woman’s mouth had a right to taste as delectable as hers had tasted.
Garth returned his attention to the coffeepot, wondering what he would say when they sat down to talk. He heard the movement behind him and fought the urge to look over his shoulder again. Was she thinking about the kiss as much as he was? Had she enjoyed it as much? Did she want to do it again? When the aroma of cinnamon floated across the kitchen to where he stood, he figured she was warming her muffin up in the microwave. A part of him wished she would come over and warm him up, too. In his present state, it wouldn’t take much.
By the time he poured the coffee into cups and headed for the table, she was sitting there waiting. He forced a smile onto his features. Now he was the one feeling nervous. “I guess going hiking with me in the morning is off the table. It’s after midnight,” he said, placing the coffee cup in front of her, and then sitting down with his own.
She shrugged her shoulders—those beautiful shoulders left bare in the outfit she was wearing. “Who knows? I might surprise you.” Then, taking a sip of her coffee, she said, “Mmm, you have the magic touch when it comes to making coffee, Garth.”
He chuckled. She’d always told him that, which was why she left the making of the coffee on the plane to him. He would make a pot before the jet took off, and by the time it leveled off in the sky, he was ready for a cup. He would also take a cup to her in the cockpit.
He watched her take