Page 58 of Head Over Heels

She jerked her attention away, swinging her legs off the couch and standing up. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay.”

She hurried to the back of the house, and a second later a door slammed shut.

He turned back to the TV, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees before dragging a hand through his hair. He muttered under his breath, “Christ.”

Okay, when she came back in he’d get his ass up and go home. It had been a great day, but it was time for it to end. They’d made a lot of progress today. They were on the right track. They just needed to stick with it.

The bathroom door opened and she made her way back to the living room. He forced himself off the couch. “I should probably go.”

She nodded. “Probably, early day tomorrow.”

She brushed past him and he followed, keeping his gaze off her little shorts. When they got to the front door, an awkwardness settled between them.

“Thanks again,” she said, not looking at him.

“It was my pleasure.” He put his hand on the handle.

She smiled, her attention darting toward the door. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Neither moved.

Her tongue swept over her lips. She fussed with her hair, her movements agitated before her hands settled back to her sides.

He needed to twist the handle and walk away. Instead he said, “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

He wasn’t quite sure what happened next. One second he was turning the knob, and the next he had her pinned to the wall, almost surprised to find himself there.

She let out an oomph, and then a moan.

He didn’t think, he just acted, covering her mouth with his.

She threw her arms around his neck, her lips as desperate and wanting as he felt. He groaned and she answered in response. The heat that had been driving him crazy kicked up another notch.

The kiss grew wetter, more insistent. Demanding and consuming.

Body tight with desire, he devoured her as she squirmed against him.

He shoved her harder against the wall, trapping her.

Her legs parted and he slid between them, lifting her legs to wrap around him.

She arched.

He surged.

Breathing hard. They rocked, hips urgent and questing. He needed to stop, but she was just so damn hot. So damn perfect.

She gripped his hips, digging her nails into his shoulders.

He grunted.

She moaned, the sound vibrating on their lips.