back immediately.
“I’m—I’m sorry, I’m usually not so clumsy, either,” she insisted, but it came out weak. She was certainly doing a lot of apologizing today. He probably thought she was a dimwit and a klutz. But he didn’t say anything, just shook his head, and Nina was suddenly very aware of his friends watching them surreptitiously.
One of them—Brewer, she thought his name was—turned to her. “You heading out?”
“I am. But it was so nice to meet all of you, and good to run into you again, Ben.”
She’d meant it as a brush-off, to send him the message she’d get to her car all right on her own, but he grabbed his jacket from the barstool he’d been sitting on earlier and walked toward her.
“I said I’ll walk you to your car.”
She stared at him for a moment, wondering whether to argue with him in front of his friends, but luckily one of them—the one with the lazy bedroom smile and shining blond hair—spoke up.
“No use denying Crewes what he wants, girl,” Goldilocks told her. “If you refuse, he’ll still walk a few feet behind you until he’s sure you’re safely in your car and driving away.”
No use denying him what he wants.
He wanted her, she could tell. And she wanted him, probably just as obviously. That brief touch when she’d fallen against him had only whetted her appetite for more. She wanted to feel him again, this time without clothes between them.
Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t getting involved. Just…sex between acquaintances.
She shrugged. “If you insist.” She looked at Ben, waved goodbye to his friends, then headed out of the bar with him at her side. She was all too aware of his solid presence beside her as they exited into the cold night, the heat coming off his body. Nina wrapped her arms tightly around herself, trying not to shiver. The drink had helped a bit to warm her up, but her buzz was quickly dying with the effort to keep the chill off.
He looked over at her and grimaced. “Hell. You’re freezing.” He shrugged out of his jacket before she could even register what he was doing, and draped it around her shoulders. He had to step close and put his arms behind her back to do it, and when his chest brushed her breasts, she gasped.
Her inhibitions were still a bit down, and it felt so good…
His arms stilled for a second when he heard her gasp, and he looked into her eyes questioningly. Everything she’d been thinking about him must have been written all over her face, because the next thing she knew, his warm lips were on hers, and she was drowning in him.
Chapter Five
Did people ever really say, “I feel like I’ve known you all my life” outside of movies?
Ben was on fire from merely kissing Nina, the heat spreading through his body like an explosion at the press of her lips against his. She stroked her tongue into his mouth and he shuddered, too hot and too wild-feeling not to let it out somehow.
She already felt so different from any other woman he’d ever known, and at the same time he felt he’d always known her. He wanted her as much as he’d wanted that woman from the hospital room. More, even. Because this woman was flesh and blood. Touchable. Lickable…
He broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, nuzzling the soft skin there. She moaned at the sensation and he couldn’t help himself. He pushed his hips into hers. Hard.
“Oh God. That feels so good,” she gasped, pushing back against him, grinding hard.
Hell yes, it did. He was practically dizzy from the sheer pleasure of feeling her against him, his hands on her shoulders now, over the rough fabric of his own jacket covering her slender body. He moved his hands downward, stroking her arms, moving closer to those sweet, soft breasts—
Beeeeeep! The sound of a car horn at the end of the street had them springing apart.
Shit. Really? Did he really just maul a woman on the street, in full view of the public?
There weren’t many people around