In that forthright way he remembered so well, she was letting him know flat out that he could have her. Which was exactly what he'd been thinking since he'd first accidentally looked in her bedroom window. But then what? Even as he told himself he was playing with fire, Zach allowed his gaze to drift from her eyes to brush over her mouth, lingering on her lips, which parted on a soft, inviting sigh. He had only to move. A slight shifting of his head and their mouths would meet. He paused, a desperate man caught on the edge of a jagged, treacherous cliff. One more step and they'd both go tumbling off. Right into a pit of quicksand. But perhaps, he mused, tracing the shape of her slightly parted lips with the roughened pad of his thumb, it might be worth it. He tossed back the cooling tea, put the cup on the counter, and lowered his mouth to hers.
