Stealing Kisses. Harmony Evans

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СКАЧАТЬ blew out a breath and put her hands on her hips. “Mr. Lansing, this is not a date, and quite frankly, I don’t think I need to remind you why I’m here.”

      Derek’s amused expression turned grim. “You’re right.”

      He tucked the newspaper under his arm, stood and opened the door.

      She stepped inside and he led her to a freight elevator that had a huge basketball with the number seventeen painted on it.

      “A housewarming gift from my neighbor,” he said, punching in a code. His voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. “He’s an artist. I guess he thought I’d forget my own number.”

      She stifled a laugh as the doors opened with a monstrous squeal. After they were both inside, Derek slid the heavy metal gate closed with ease.

      The elevator began its slow, creaky ascent. Silence stretched between them. Yet something crackled, too.

      Neither understood nor acknowledged it, but it was still there, manifested in the way he leaned against the wall, inviting her eyes to take in the length of his legs and her hands to take hold of the brute strength she knew lay beneath the loose-fitting navy-blue athletic pants. It dared her nose to inhale deeply the hint of spicy cologne in the air, knowing it would make her hunger even more for the man who wore it.

      Time stood still. Suspended by that delicious bubble of heat neither hoped would break.

      Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop and Natalie lost her balance. She grabbed hold of Derek’s outstretched hand and he pulled her into his arms where she landed with her cheek nestled against the tight fabric of his T-shirt. In his tight embrace, her heart flipped so loudly in her chest she was sure he could hear and feel it.

      “This elevator has a mind of its own,” he explained. “I should have warned you. Are you okay?”

      She looked up, touched by the concern in his gray eyes. “Yes, I’m just a little startled, that’s all.”

      He nodded. “Still, it needs to be fixed.” His full lips parted into a warm smile. “But today I’m kind of glad it wasn’t.”

      Was it her imagination or did his embrace get even tighter?

      He seemed to be waiting for her to respond and she wanted to say, “Me, too,” but she remained silent. Yet there was no mistaking the rush of disappointment she felt when he released her and pulled open the gate.

      He bowed slightly and Natalie giggled. “Come on in. I’ll make it up to you with a cup of my famous café au lait.”

      “Ooh-la-la,” she joked, her footsteps echoing on the shiny hardwood floor as she followed him.

      His converted warehouse apartment was immense. Floor-to-ceiling windows spanned one side of the room, bathing it in gorgeous sunlight. The furniture consisted of a huge flat-screen television, a large leather sectional, a couple of end tables and some modern lamps that, due to all the natural light, probably only got used at night or on rainy days.

      Derek tossed the paper onto the sparkling granite countertop and pulled out a high-backed chair.

      “Have a seat.”

      She slipped her purse strap around the back. “Thanks.” Derek remained by her side until she was seated, which she thought was a nice gesture. Yet, when he moved to the other side of the counter, she was oddly relieved. Being in his arms those few minutes had spurned a mini whirlpool of desire within her and she knew that she couldn’t do anything about it.

      She watched him prepare the coffee to distract herself. As he poured the milk into the steamer, his movements were unhurried, graceful, and she began to relax.

      It was almost as though he was taking care of her because he felt a need to, rather than simply being hospitable. The feeling was comfortable and she leaned back and exhaled lightly, wondering what it would be like to sit here with him every morning, watching him making coffee, after a night of lovemaking.

      His eye caught hers and he winked. It was almost as if he could read her mind and a blush spread over her cheeks.

      Natalie glanced around. “Your apartment is nice.” She hesitated. “Did you just move in?”

      Derek shook his head, his voice slightly raised over the sounds of the coffee machine. “No, I’ve been living here since I signed with the Skylarks three years ago.”

      He poured two mugs of coffee, then topped both off with the steamed milk. When he set one mug down, her nostrils twitched as she lightly inhaled the rich aroma.

      “With all the traveling we do during the season,” Derek continued, “I’m just not around that much.”

      His shoulders rolled back, as if he was trying to loosen some imaginary knots, but the subtle hitch in the tone of his voice was real. She had to explore it, if only to guide him to a place where he could begin to trust her.

      “Being on the road so much must be hard. My clients complain about that all the time,” she said, empathizing. “This place is huge. Maybe it needs some more furniture or something. So it won’t feel so...um...empty when you come home.”

      Derek furrowed his brow and looked past her into the living room. “It doesn’t look empty to me. I’ve got my top-of-the-line TV, a custom-built couch and the remote.” His eyes settled back on hers. “What more could a man want after a long trip?”

      She shrugged and slid her mug closer, debating whether to take another sip under his gaze. It was watchful, curious and just plain sexy. Yet he seemed totally unaware of her at the moment and instead appeared to be pondering her question seriously.

      Suddenly, Derek picked up both coffee mugs and put them aside. “But in a way, though, I think you may be right.” He leaned both elbows on the counter. “This place is missing something.”

      Derek inched closer, his head and eyes nearly parallel now with hers. Natalie held her breath, trying not to focus on his full lips and strong jaw threatening her ability to remain aloof.

      “It needs a woman’s touch,” he teased. “Interested?”

      His steel-gray eyes had a hint of fire in them. But there was no question that the rest of him, from his locks down to his toes, was smoking hot.

      Interested? She’d be a fool not to be, and an even bigger fool to fall for his charm and good looks.

      This is business, she reminded herself as she picked up her mug and leveled her eyes at him.

      Steam from the hot liquid rose between them, tickling her nose. Her lower abdomen pulsed with the tension of desire.

      Derek didn’t move. Neither did Natalie.

      She swallowed hard. His eyes immediately flicked down to trace the curve of her neck and her throat went dry. She’d always had a hate/curse relationship with her long neck, but the way Derek was looking at it made her wish it was even longer.

      Although she was flattered by his interest, the man was making her feel things that could only hurt her in the end.

      “I’m not available,” she said, her voice flat.

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