With the two of them working in tandem, it was done in five minutes. Pierce leaned against the marble counter and refilled both their glasses, emptying the bottle. Her cheeks had the lightest pink tinge to them. He smiled at her and she smiled back, their eyes locking. “Thank you so much for dinner,” she said. “That was wonderful.” “You’re very welcome. Glad you enjoyed it.” His eyes traveled over her. She’d ditched the cardigan and her shoes during dinner. Standing close enough that he could smell the sweet florals of her shampoo, he slowly ran a fingertip from the top of her bare shoulder down the length of her arm. She shivered and bit down on her bottom lip, her smile soft and sweet. The gesture made his blood heat and start to race. God, he wanted her. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, hold her, make her do that little thing where she whimpered into his mouth when she liked something. That sound undid him every time. “Come with me,” he said, taking her hand. “I want to show you my favorite room in the house.
