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“Maybe so. But in the cold light of day, things look a lot different.”
“You don’t. You look every bit as beautiful as you did last night.” He needed to disarm her, charm her, and combat any argument she might make, no matter how logical.
“I was talking about…us.”
“You think if I kissed you now, it would be any different? Any less explosive? You think nothing else would happen?”
“That’s exactly what I think. We both have our senses about us now. Things are normal again.”
Their normal had changed, and he couldn’t wait to prove it to her. “Come here.” He kept his voice low. “Let’s find out exactly how things are in the cold light of day.”
She squirmed and folded her arms in front of her chest, but not before he noticed her breasts straining against the tight T-shirt. Her nipples jutted out, clearly outlined beneath the stretchy fabric. “We don’t need to find out anything. I’m telling you things are different. Last night, I got caught up in the moment and let it go too far. I’m sorry, it was my mistake.”
He moved closer to her. “You think we won’t get caught up in the moment right here?” He traced her lips with his finger. “You think if I kissed you now, you wouldn’t feel that excitement again?”
Her mouth opened at his touch.
He ran his finger ever so lightly between her lips before slipping it into her warm, wet mouth, and then out again, mimicking his actions from the night before.
“I…uh, no.” She stared at him with glazed eyes, the rise and fall of her chest uneven.
She was lying. He could see it in her liquid green gaze. If she looked at him with those bedroom eyes for another second, so help him, he would disprove her theory. Convincingly.
He ran his finger along her lips again. “Amy,” he murmured. “Would you like me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Would you like me to touch you like I did last night?”
“Yes.” It was a soft moan.
His mouth close to her ear, he murmured, “If I touch you, will you come for me again?”
“God, yes.”
Without warning, her head snapped up. He heard a crack as her skull hit his.
She swore as she massaged her forehead. His own head throbbed.
“Ouch!” She glared at him. “Damn it, now look what you made me do.” She looked at her hand, as if checking for blood, then punched his arm. “This is exactly what I don’t want to get into with you.” Her voice gathered strength, and she hit him again. “I don’t want to get involved with you physically. Can you please just understand that?” She punctuated each word with another punch.
His head pounded, but her blows didn’t hurt, and he didn’t try to stop her. She was nervous and frustrated and needed to get rid of her pent-up energy. The next time she felt like this, he’d give her a very different way of venting her aggravation.
“Hitting me isn’t going to change what happened. We’re already involved. Didn’t I just prove it?”
Her hand clenched into a fist again, but after a moment’s deliberation, she let her arm drop to her side. “It didn’t mean anything. It was an outlet for our over-aroused emotional states.”
“Last night was a turning point in our relationship, and you know it.”
“No, it wasn’t.” She returned her focus to the sea, and her voice lost its fervor. “We’re still exactly the same as we were yesterday and the day before that. Just friends.”
“If that’s all it was, why are you trying so hard to put our friendship back into perspective? Why do you feel uncomfortable with me? You can’t even look me in the eye.” He gave her a minute to absorb his words. “You’re scared of your response to me. You didn’t expect it, and it’s got you all bent out of shape.”
She was as wound up as he was, and it pissed him off to think she was trying to minimize the effect their newfound intimacy had on both of them.
“Okay. You’re right. Last night wasn’t a normal, everyday event.” She studied her nails. “Let’s put it down to a new experience and leave it at that.”
“Let’s not.” He put his finger under her chin and turned her head, forcing her to look at him. “Let’s repeat it as often as we can and see what other new experiences we can have together.”