I tilt my head slightly, watching him now, a small smile still sitting on my lips.
“My answer’s still only maybe,” I murmur softly.
His eyes don’t leave mine.
“Yeah?”
I nod, taking a slow sip of my coffee like I didn’t just say that.
“Mm. You might have to try a little harder.”
His jaw tightens slightly, like he’s thinking it through.
“Try harder,” he repeats quietly.
I shrug one shoulder. “Depends how badly you want it.”
That does it.
He steps closer.
Until my back meets the counter and there’s nowhere else to go.
His hand finds my hip, and it doesn’t just settle there.
His fingers slide beneath the hem of the shirt, brushing warm against my bare skin, fitting against my hip.
My breath catches.
His thumb moves slowly, rubbing once along the curve of my hip—unhurried.
“Yo
