But the look on his face when he opened the door pretty much confirmed she’d made the right choice. No sooner had she announced her presence than he had her in his arms, his lips on hers, kissing her senseless. It was madness. It was almost frightening how much she wanted him, and if the way he just slammed the front door and backed her up against it was any indication, Zach felt the same exact way. How was it possible they’d both had this much—desire? passion?—for each other locked up for so long and neither had been aware of it? She knew how he liked his coffee, what he liked to eat, and even at what temperature he preferred his office to be set. She even knew ridiculous facts, like how many times he tapped his pen when he was thinking or how many times he’d pace back and forth in his office when he was dictating something to her, and yet she’d had no idea he had these feelings for her? “You’re thinking,” he murmured against her lips.
