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surreptitious glance or two over at Amber who stood with her arms folded across
her chest as she gazed out the patio window to his garden. Hell, she was
beautiful, even more so in the muted light of the wall sconces he’d inherited
when he’d bought the place. She had silky skin, soft and smooth, and as he
poured coffee into two china mugs his hands shook a little at the thought of
running his fingers over that softness again. And again.
    He’d take his time learning all her favourite
spots, feeling her shiver and moan beneath him until— Damn. What happened to
fuck and dump?
    She turned, as if she’d felt his appraisal,
smiling at him as he got his feet in gear and moved across to her.
    “Thanks.” She took the coffee and returned to
her perusal of the view again. “You’ve got a great place. Lovely garden. The
way you’ve put the lights around the path, and by the shrubs… It’s beautiful.”
    “Yeah. It suits me.” He kept her at arm’s
length, feeling disorientated and ill at ease. Long moments passed in silence
as they each sipped their coffee and stood almost at attention.
    Eventually, Amber turned to him with a sigh.
“Look. You’re obviously uncomfortable and regretting this, so why don’t we just
call it a day. It was fun but I think—”
    “I never bring women here.” The words spilled
out before he could think. She’d given him an out, an easier one than he
deserved, why the hell hadn’t he just gone along with it? Maybe because he felt
she deserved some sort of explanation for his circumspect behaviour, or because
the thought of her leaving gave him pause.
    Ethan continued to look out the window. “You’re
the first woman I’ve invited to my home. For sex.”
    He turned to face her, captivated by the slight
pout and the way her green eyes watched him carefully. Damn. He felt the
stirrings of desire rise inside him and his cock twitched. Horny as hell, he
thought mocking himself. That mouth, those eyes, they had him ready for round
two.
    Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he took her
cup and placed it on the counter top next to his own. He slipped the strap of
her bag from her shoulder and placed that, too, on the counter.
    Her throat worked as she swallowed, but she
didn’t break their gaze.
    He reached for her hands and tugged gently
until she came right up against him
    “What changed?” She looked hesitant, but her
question was firm. “A moment ago I had the distinct impression you wanted me
out of here, and to be honest I’m not sure I don’t feel the same.”
    Hesitancy morphed into indignation, but the haughty
look and the way her chin shot up, served only to increase his libido. “I’m an
idiot.”
    “Maybe so.” She drew away from him, brought her
hands down to her sides. Then she turned to retrieve her bag. “Like I said, it
was fun but I’m going home.”
    Something akin to panic rushed through him and
he reached down to grip her hand before she could pick up her bag. “Stay.”
    “No.” She pulled away from his hand and stepped
back.
    Now, as he looked at her, he saw something else
in those green depths. Hurt. Embarrassment. Christ, he was a moron. “I don’t
know how to explain. It’s just that I don’t normally invite women back here.
I’m a jerk, okay?”
    “Can’t argue with that.” Defiant, she stared
back at him. “And just so you know, I don’t normally go back to a guy’s house for sex. Especially one I hardly know.”
    “I get that.”
    “No. You don’t.”
    It was his turn to be defensive. “Look, don’t
start with the blame game. You were up for what happened in that doorway as
much as I was.”
    “I don’t deny it. But I’m not some charity fuck
who needs to be given the full ‘I don’t usually invite women up to my place’
crap just because you’ve had second thoughts and now want to call it a day.”
    “Hold on here. What I said about this not being
my usual modus operandi was true. As
for you being a charity fuck, what the