Nicole didn’t know what to say or what to think. He kept her on her toes, but she wasn’t sure if she loved that or hated it. He brought her groceries and dinner for her and her sick kid. What sort of man did that?
And what did she do to thank him? She cried all over him! What was wrong with her.
“Makayla was sick last night and we were up all night. I don’t sleep well when she’s sick. Today hasn’t been much better.”
“Why didn’t you call me earlier? I would have come whenever you called.”
Nicole laughed mirthlessly. “I didn’t even want you to come when you did call. I couldn’t have called earlier.”
Roger cupped her chin in his big hand. Nicole didn’t know if it was her exhaustion, her lack of attention from men, or if it was just Roger, but all of a sudden she wanted to sink into him. Let him kiss her and take care of them. She’d never felt that way about a man before.
“I’m trying really hard not to kiss you right now, but the way you’re looking at me is making that incredibly difficult, Nicole.”
“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” she asked, suddenly feeling as though she read their whole situation wrong. She tried to pull from his grasp, but he stepped closer and slid his hand across her chin to rest along her jaw.
“I do want to kiss you, Nicole. Badly. But I want you to want me to kiss you. I would never force myself on you, and you just admitted you didn’t want me here.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” she confessed, watching his eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot into his hair with her words. “And I want you to kiss me.”
Roger didn’t say anything, just stepped closer. He tipped her face up to his. His other hand slipped around her waist, holding her to him loosely enough that she could move away easily. He was giving her a chance to change her mind. He wasn’t taking what he wanted from her. A part of her wished he would so she didn’t have to think, but she wanted him that much more for making sure it was her choice.
He lowered down toward her, his lips getting closer with every breath she breathed. She wanted him to kiss her so badly she was throbbing everywhere, but he still waited. Watching her. His thumb teased her skin, gently caressing her cheek. She heard his breathing change to shallow, quick breaths. Yet he still held back.
Nicole thought she was going to explode if he didn’t kiss her soon. Her hands traveled from where they hung limply at her sides up his chest and around his neck. ‘Screw it,’ she thought to herself, and she pulled his lips down to hers.