Her sigh filled the garden. “I really do have to go. I’m a business woman, and I have to be up early.”
She stood. “This was nice. Thanks.”
He took both her hands in his. She swayed toward him, started to kiss his cheek.
“No.” He met her lips with his. Hunger, raw and deep, ripped through him. He tasted the same emotion on her lips, in her. One kiss led to another and another.
Breathing hard, she broke away, running her fingers through her hair to push it off her face. “I can’t do this. It was never a question of chemistry. We had that in spades.”
“We still do.” His voice was husky and ragged.
“I can’t and won’t deny that.”
“Come upstairs with me. Stay the night.” He trailed kisses along her neck, her collarbone. She shivered, and he knew she was close.
But she put her hands on his arms and pushed away. “I can’t.”
“I know I handled things badly, but how can you hold it against me so long?”
She didn’t answer. Simply turned to walk away.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it before she melted into the night, leaving him standing in the dark, wanting more. So much more.