When she reached to hang up the coat, he pulled her in for a quick hug and a kiss on her forehead. There would be other chances, later. But restraint needed to guide his every move. Last night, she gave him a taste of how good they could be. To deserve more of the affection he craved, they needed to talk about his injuries. “You look amazing.” His gaze adored her from head to toe and back. “Thank you.” She bit her lip in that endearing way of hers. Her soft blue sweater reminded him of a luxurious blanket, perfect for snuggling and removing. He liked the way her skirt clung to her curves. Other than her scruffy bunny slippers, she looked too glamorous for a night at home. He should have dressed nicer than jeans and a button-up shirt. “Are you hungry?” Not for food. “Yes.” “Right this way.” She led him to the dining room table, set for two, and gestured for him to sit. “It’s nothing fancy. Just tomato soup.” She disappeared through a set of swinging doors and returned with a tray.
