would you like to come home with me?”
“God, yes.”
Chapter Four
D ulcie had first considered asking Frazer to come home with her when he’d stuck the donkey tail on her sweater. She’d believed that he’d meant to put it on her shoulder and had miscalculated, which made the move that much more adorable. Then he hadn’t been able to stop looking at it.
Sure, that had made her laugh, but having him stare at her boob had also made her think he might be interested in her as more than a convenient person to test the app. His preoccupation with her breast had been very unlike him. He was always such a gentleman, which was one of the reasons she’d been drawn to him during the months they’d worked together.
Cool, calm and in control – that was Frazer Krause. She’d only seen him lose it once, when he’d fought with his brother Rylan, who was the emotional opposite of Frazer. Ever since then she’d wondered what Frazer would be like if he dropped his guard with a woman, specifically her. As they drove in silence back to her house, she thought she was about to find out.
He white-knuckled the wheel and technically ran a red light, although an argument could be made that it hadn’t quite turned red when he’d entered the intersection. Still, the Frazer she was used to would have put on the brakes instead of barreling through. Fortunately traffic was light and no cops had been around.
When he pulled into a guest parking space at her apartment complex and turned off the motor, he spoke for the first time since his God, yes comment, a comment so loaded with heat it had dampened her panties. He continued to clutch the steering wheel in a death grip and he stared out the windshield instead of looking at her. “Before we go in, let’s clarify why we’re here.” His voice was strained. “I think I know but I don’t want to make assumptions.”
Right. The cautious side of him wouldn’t assume anything. She suspected that a battle was waging in his brain between his cautious persona and the wild man who wanted to rip her clothes off. “Frazer, I deliberately moved your hand to my breast and then invited you to my apartment. Based on that, you’re welcome to make all kinds of assumptions.”
“Damn it.” He sucked in a breath. “I knew I should’ve stopped at Walgreen’s, but that seemed so . . . so clinical.” He switched on the engine. “We’ll go back.”
“It’s okay.” She could eat him up with a spoon. “I have that covered.”
“Oh. Well, then, good.” Heaving a sigh, he turned off the engine.
“Otherwise I would have asked you to stop at Walgreen’s. After all, I invited you.”
“Obviously I’m not used to that.”
“I can tell.” Considering he was normally so self-contained, she wasn’t surprised that he didn’t get propositioned much. A woman would think that if he hadn’t made a move there was no point in asking. “You seem discombobulated.”
He glanced at her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight, driving like a maniac, running red lights. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol and yet I feel . . .”
“A little drunk?”
“Yeah. A little drunk and a lot aroused.” He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel but didn’t let go of it.
“Me, too.” Unfastening her seat belt, she laid a hand on his thigh and was gratified when his breath hitched. He felt so warm, so tightly muscled. She couldn’t wait for the fireworks to start. “Let’s go in.”
He gently took her hand and put it on the console. “Give me a minute, okay?”
“Why?”
“I’m . . . I’m not in total control of myself.”
“Oh.” The apartment security lights didn’t give her much to see by, but she could use her imagination. Knowing he was sitting there trying to tame his bad boy so he could walk into her apartment made her shiver with anticipation. Naturally he wouldn’t want to head into her apartment in that condition. He might do something very un-Frazer-like and take