She’d done her best to warn him off—heck, she’d offered up way more information than she’d even intended to—and Shane’s only reaction had been a very clear “Okay, so we’re still doing this, right?” He wanted what he wanted. And damn it, so did she. Heat curled through her, starting at her toes and rushing upward, pooling in places that demanded immediate attention from the man standing a breath away from her. Her heart skipped in her chest, her breath coming fast and shallow. She’d known that letting him this close, just one time, would be opening Pandora’s box . . . and sure enough, not quite a week later, here they were again. “Watch where you’re sticking those fingers,” she said. It sounded ridiculously sexual, considering how close they stood, bodies angled into each other. The brief flash of intensity in his expression faded, replaced by more familiar amusement . . . and new, but no less appealing, arousal.
