“Okay,” he said, stroking the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “So that’s definitely how it’s going to be.”
She didn’t have words. Neither did he, it seemed, because he used his actions instead, lowering his mouth to her neck, nuzzling in.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin. “I want to eat you up.”
She was all for that, she really was. But there were extenuating circumstances. Weren’t there? Before she could do something stupid—like take off her clothes—she backed away. “Gotta go,” she whispered and headed to the door fast as her feet would take her, which wasn’t that fast, because her feet didn’t seem to remember they belonged to the rest of her body. She took the stairs to the third floor and got to her door before she remembered.
She’d left her purse—with her keys—inside Spence’s apartment. “Monkey balls,” she said and thunked her head against her door a few times.
“Careful—you’ll knock something loose.”
Forehead still pressed to the door, she opened her eyes and found her purse dangling in front of her.
From Spence’s fingers.
Spence watched—through blurry eyes because he’d left his glasses upstairs—as Colbie pressed her forehead to her door before slowly turning to face him with a wry smile.
“Guess that’s what I get for running off like that, huh?” she asked and took her purse. “Thanks.” She sorted through a mountain of what appeared to be notes to locate her keys.
Spence gently took them from her and unlocked the door.
The black cat came running with a chirpy greeting and wound herself around Colbie’s ankles until she scooped her up and nuzzled her.
“Colbie,” Spence said.
She looked up at him, her gaze guarded. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”
“I know. And I can’t see shit.”
She smiled a little. But only a little, because for whatever reason, he’d spooked her and she clearly didn’t want to discuss it. “Rain check on dessert?” he asked.
She hesitated and then nodded.
“ ’Night,” he said.
“ ’Night.” But she didn’t move. She nibbled on her lips and stared at his mouth, and under different circumstances he’d have nudged her inside for a repeat of that brain-melting, heart-stopping kiss they’d just shared upstairs.
It’d be fun. Hell, he had a feeling it would be explosive . . . But it wasn’t going to happen.
Shouldn’t happen.
It wouldn’t be good, for either of them, and she’d just realized it before he had, that’s all.
And yet she was still looking at his mouth like she wanted another taste of him. He let out a low groan and a rough laugh and then gently pushed her inside. “I’m going to shut your door behind me, Colbie,” he said. “And then you’re going to lock me out.”
“Probably a smart idea.” She met his gaze. “Thanks for tonight. It was . . . perfect. Everything felt perfect. Even you. I guess that’s why I had that little momentary freak-out back there. I’m sorry about that.”
He shook his head, waving off the apology. “Trust me, I’m not even close to perfect. If you were staying in San Francisco for any length of time, I’d prove that to you.” He believed that, 100 percent. He would focus on work, prioritizing it over her without even realizing it.
“So you’re saying . . . you’re going to disappoint me?”
He felt his smile fade. “I have no doubt.”
She stared at him for another beat and then nodded. “Good to know.”
Several days later, Spence had pulled his second all-nighter in a row in front of his computer and needed caffeine more than he needed his next breath of air. He left his office and blinked at the morning sun, feeling like a vampire. He’d spent months being frustrated at the press and at being followed around thanks to Brandon, at having everyone and their mother want him to invest in their crazy schemes. It’d fueled him to bury himself in creating the security program for the medicine delivery drones. And he’d been really getting somewhere too, on the verge of completing it . . .
And now nothing. The thermal imaging cameras he was using were necessary for medical care but they were heavy and wore on the batteries. Balancing those two things was taking more than physics.
There was a solution, he knew it. He just needed to concentrate but all his brain cells had been dedicated to bugging him to go find Colbie and finish what they’d started.
Which meant Caleb was wrong. Sex—or almost sex—had the opposite effect of helping him.
He crossed the courtyard and headed straight for the coffee shop. Tina owned and ran the place, and the dark-skinned six-foot woman in towering platforms flashed him a warm, welcoming smile. “Looking a little crazy there today, sugar.”
“Feeling it too,” he said as she made his usual without asking. Back when Tina had been Tim, there’d been only coffee here. Now Tina made muffins, croissants, and when she was in a really good mood, pie as well. Amazing pie.
Spence eyeballed the display hungrily.
“Haven’t gotten to the pies yet today.” Tina bent to a low shelf and came up with a to-go box. “But I saved you a slice of yesterday’s key lime.” She smiled. “To miss my key lime is a crime.”
“Hey,” a guy standing in the pickup line said. “You told me you didn’t have any key lime.”
“I don’t,” Tina said and winked at Spence. “Your girl was here earlier, working her very cute ass off at one of my tables.”
His girl . . . It wasn’t true but damn if he didn’t feel a little bit like a happy caveman at the thought.
“She pounded away on her laptop like she was possessed,” Tina said. “It was cute. And inspiring. I have no idea what she was doing or working on, but she was happy doing it.”
Okay, so Spence wasn’t the only one working his ass off. And at that thought, he realized something else.
Colbie wasn’t like him. She could balance a full life and work, and even, it seemed, be inspired by it.
The knowledge did something to him, deep in his gut.
It tapped into some deep-seated belief that maybe he could do the same.
At least with her . . .
Out in the courtyard, he opened the box. Two pieces. Two forks.
Tina knew him all too well, knew that Old Man Eddie had the same food tastes—and distastes—as Spence and that Spence would share. With a sigh, he strode past the fountain and peered into the alley.
And yep, there was Old Man Eddie, leaning against a Dumpster talking to someone.
The same petite, curvy someone he couldn’t stop thinking about.
Chapter 10
#MonkeyBalls
Colbie had come downstairs, seeking coffee after staying up late several nights running to write. She was getting into it too. It was wonderful. Amazing, even.
But she needed the company of some living and breathing humans instead of just Cinder and her own made-up fictional characters. She’d been hoping to find Kylie or Willa. Or even Elle.
Which meant she must be desperate indeed.
Actually, she secretly wanted to run into Spence.