He looked at her pointedly, his voice dropping. “I’m not even sure how to be just friends with you anymore.”
She stared at him, her entire body held captive by the look he was giving her. Heat began to slowly spread through her and she pushed out a breath, willing herself to calm down.
“Maybe we should try though, Brian,” she said, her voice shaky. She was starting to panic again. “Maybe we should try to ignore whatever is going on. Maybe it’s temporary, or you know… with you moving here and us not having seen each other for a while... maybe we should try to ignore these feelings…”
“You think what I feel for you is temporary? You think I would risk…” he stopped, and pushed out a breath, meeting her eyes. “Do you really think that after what happened the other day we could go back to being just friends?”
His voice was husky and the blatant hunger in his eyes was disconcerting as his gaze swept slowly over her, from her eyes, down the sweep of her neck to the curve of her breasts, to her thighs, which her little cotton shorts did nothing to hide. Her breathing increased and desire stirred in her stomach.
“Maybe,” she managed, breathily.
“Do you really want to?” he asked, gently fingering a loose strand of her hair that had escaped the ponytail that was hanging at her nape. His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek and her skin tingled beneath his touch. She sucked in a breath.
“I think it’d be easier,” she whispered, as he trailed his fingers lightly down the side of her cheek to the curve of her neck.
“You sure?” he asked again, his baritone deep and low as he studied her with hooded eyes.
She managed to nod again. He ran his fingers down her arm, barely touching her but igniting her skin. He rested his hand on her bare knee. Her breath was coming fast now.
“You think ignoring this would be… easy?” he murmured, as his hand inched slowly up her leg.
She bit her lip, her attention focused on where his thumb was teasing her skin, drawing slow circles on her inner thigh.
“Yes… I…” She closed her eyes when his hand moved up a bit further. A couple more inches and he would be tracing his thumb over her panty line. She opened her eyes and he was watching her response to him, his own breathing increased.
“You what, Destiny?” he asked, his tone dark and teasing.
His hand trailed further up. She sucked in a breath and met his eyes.
“I can’t really think very well when you do that,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
A half-grin played on his face and he ran his thumb over her soft skin again.
“Why do think that is, Destiny? Because we’re such good friends?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her and she couldn’t say anything, so she just shook her head.
“I’m not gonna push you,” he said deeply, forcing her to meet his eyes. He slid his hand back to her knee and she almost protested. “But I think you know what’s going on between us isn’t temporary. It sure as hell isn’t friendly. And it’s not going away.”