Page 57 of Head Over Heels

She flashed him a grin. “Aren’t you comfortable?”

“I could be more comfortable.”

She clucked her tongue. “Poor baby.”

He rolled his eyes. “If you were any kind of hostess you’d make room for me. I did buy you dinner after all.”

“Because I’m awesome.”

He laughed. “Yeah, kind of.”

“No kind of about it.”

He flashed a smile, and the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “You could let me stretch out too.”

She stared at him for a good ten seconds before she said slowly, “I could.”

Their eyes met and he shook his head. “But you shouldn’t.”

She bit her lip and her foot brushed his thigh. “No, I shouldn’t.”

Transfixed by her, he encircled her ankle, stroking over the bone. “A horrible idea.”

“Worst idea on the planet.” Her tone was breathless now.

He took in her tumbled, messy hair, skimpy clothes, and tanned skin and questioned his sanity.

Time to back away. He released his hold on her. “Agreed.”

A frown fluttered over her lips for a flash of an instant before she pushed back up in a seated position. She glanced back at the TV. “Ryder?”

“Yes, Sophie?”

“Thank you for today. This is a big transition for me, and you made it fun.” She cleared her throat. “I appreciate it.”

A pretty blush spread across her cheeks, and his chest gave a hard thump. He’d never seen her blush before. He’d seen her flushed with passion but not from embarrassment. “You’re welcome. It was a good day.”

She nodded. “It was.”

He put his arm on the back of the sofa to keep from reaching for her. “Ignored everything I was supposed to do today.”

“Me too.” Her teeth slid over her bottom lip.

“Sophie?”

She glanced at him. “Yes?”

“It was worth it.”

Their eyes met.

Lust thickened the air, filling up all the space and demanding attention. It was so fucking hot between them, simmering right under the surface, ready to come to a boil.

Neither looked away.

Her breath quickened.

His did the same.