Face Off (The Baltimore Banners Book 10) by Lisa B. Kamps

Author:Lisa B. Kamps [Kamps, Lisa B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BimHaven Press
Published: 2017-05-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I want you to touch me. Like you did in St. Thomas.

Ethan repeated the words to himself, certain he had heard wrong. They were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Nothing more than months of wishful thinking culminating in an auditory hallucination.

I want you to touch me. Like you did in St. Thomas.

No. No way had Cindy just said that. It was his imagination, that was all.

Except Cindy was sitting there, her full lower lip pulled between her teeth, a look of anxious expectation on her face. And when he looked into her eyes…

Ethan swallowed again. The look in her eyes slayed him. It was more than just that small glimmer of hope. It was…he didn't know what it was, only knew that it sent his pulse racing as tenderness washed over him.

Was she really asking him what he thought she was asking him? Yes, she was.

But he still couldn't move. He was afraid to, afraid if he moved, it would be to pull her into his arms and never let her go. To claim her mouth with his in a fierce kiss that would leave no doubt about how he felt and what he wanted. He couldn't do that, not yet. Fuck, the last thing he wanted to do was scare her, and that's exactly what would happen if he moved.

If he so much as twitched a single muscle.

But he must have been too still, too quiet, because the hope he had glimpsed in Cindy's eyes faded, replaced with something darker. She looked away as a blush stained her cheeks, pushed off the sofa and hurried over to the chair where she had tossed her backpack moments earlier. Each movement was jerky, uncertain. She muttered to herself, the words too low and too fast for him to make out. Then she headed toward the door.

Ethan shot from the sofa and moved after her. He wanted to grab her, to fold his hand around her slender wrist and pull her into his arms. But he couldn't, not when he was afraid to touch her.

"Cindy. Wait."

She shook her head, not looking at him as she reached for the door knob. Her hand slipped off and she tried again. "No. It's okay. I'm sorry. I wasn't—"

"Cindy. Stop. Please." Ethan hesitated then slowly reached for her, resting his hand on her shoulder. She stiffened, as he expected, but only for a second. And it felt different somehow, more like she was just embarrassed instead of anxious or afraid. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. "Come back to the sofa so we can talk—"

"No, it's okay. We don't need to talk. I think I said enough already. It was a stupid idea and—"

"Come on. Let's talk." He slid his hand down her arm, wrapped it around her own slender one. He threaded his fingers with hers then tugged. She hesitated then slowly turned and let him lead her back to the sofa. He took a seat and breathed a sigh of relief when she sat next to him, their hands still wrapped together, their legs brushing.

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