“I’m trying to, and she’s being obtuse.”
Monique smiled then, taking his breath away. She did that a lot. “I think about you a lot, too.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like, how much is ‘a lot’?”
She rolled her eyes. “All the time, especially when I should be doing other things, such as working.”
“Same. I ran over a lobster trap in the work boat the other day because I was thinking about how gorgeous you looked when we were on FaceTime the other night.”
“You did? Really?”
“Yep, and do you know how embarrassing it is for the commander to have to call back to the station and ask someone to send a diver to get a lobster trap off my propeller?”
“How embarrassing is it?”
“Extremely, and that’s all your fault.”
“Hey! Don’t blame me.”
“I am blaming you.” He moved closer, hoping she’d meet him halfway. “That was one hundred percent your fault.”
She seemed to move toward him without realizing she was doing it, hopefully as drawn to him as he was to her. The last time they’d been together, he’d wanted to kiss her—and everything else with her—but it hadn’t happened.
“You know what I thought about every day since I saw you last?”
“What’s that?”
“How incredibly stupid I was not to kiss you that night.”
“It was kinda stupid.”
“I’d like to rectify that if you’re on board.”
“I’m on board.”
He raised his hand to her face, caressed her cheek and gazed into her eyes in the second before he moved in to close the distance remaining between them.
When her lips met his, the expression “pour gas on a fire” passed through his mind before the kiss went from easy to hot in one second flat. Holy. Shit. He’d had a feeling it might be like that with her. Before he knew what had hit him, they were straining to get closer, hands pressed to faces, hers tugging at his hair.
“I knew it was a mistake not to do that last time.” With his forehead pressed against hers, he tried to catch his breath while she did the same.
“Big mistake. Huge.”
“Pretty Woman, right?”
“All this and you know my favorite movie, too? A girl could get carried away in this situation.”
“That’d be fine with me.” He twirled a length of her curly hair around his finger. “You want to go to my place?”
“Not if we’re going to make a baby.”
“We can save that for tomorrow.”
She laughed, as he’d hoped she would. “You’re out of your mind.”
