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“That’s barely clothing. I can see—“ He broke off and took a big swallow of coffee.
“What can you see?” Vera filled her mug and turned, a mischievous grin playing across her lips, daring him to admit that he’d been staring.
Somehow, it was worse from the front. The cream-colored fabric was so sheer he could make out the darker mauve of her nipples.
“Nearly everything.” His fingers tightened around the mug. If he stood up now to walk away, she’d see the effect shewas having on him, and that devilish smirk would become a permanent fixture. “Don’t you have anything more substantial?”
Vera raised her eyes to the ceiling as if she were struggling to recall the contents of her wardrobe. “Hmm, nope. I think this is it. Sorry.”
She didn’t sound the least bit sorry. In fact, she sounded positively gleeful. Rami drained the last of his coffee and stood, knocking his chair back. He moved toward her, pleased to see the smirk fade to something less cocky, and grabbed the coffee pot.
It was nearly empty, just a tablespoon worth of coffee puddled at the bottom of the glass. He shook it at her.
“You finished it?”
Lifting her mug, she took a long, slow sip with her big, blue eyes sparkling over the rim. “There’s a little left, if you look close enough.” She wrinkled her nose. “You make the weakest coffee. What do you do, show the water the beans, then take them away?”
He set the pot down and crossed his arms. “I don’t make jet fuel like you do because I like the enamel on my teeth, thanks. I swear the stuff you brew could strip paint off the walls.”
“You said you liked it whenever I made it for you!”
“Well, I lied to keep you happy. It felt like you were trying to scour my insides every time you handed me a cup.”
She rolled her eyes and snatched the coffee pot away, nudging him to the side with her hip. He tried not to breathe in the intoxicating scent of her, but it wafted his way in the shake of her hair, the sweet smell of her shampoo, and the subtle perfume she wore mixing with the scent that was all Vera.
“I’m making the second pot so we can have a proper wake-up, and you’ll drink it.” She scooped spoonful after spoonful of coffee into the maker and hit the brew button, turning back to face him with a defiant look on her face.
They were too close still. He could practically see down the front of her shirt, and she had her arms crossed underneath her breasts, pushing them up toward him. The thin strap of fabric holding the tank top slipped off of one of her shoulders, revealing even more of her skin to him.
“Vera,” he growled, gripping the edge of the counter.
“Yes, Rami?” She blinked in an impersonation of innocence, batting the long dark lashes that framed her ice-blue eyes.
She was doing it on purpose. Taunting him with what he’d had and had given up. Did it serve him right? Probably. But she didn’t understand his reasons for the breakup, and they’d had nothing to do with her, not really. Nothing she’d done had made him want her any less.
His body was reminding him right then just how much it wanted her, and his mind was having difficulty remembering why it was a bad idea. Vera leaned closer. What was she doing? If she reached for him right now, he didn’t think he’d be able to resist her.
Her hand went past him, grabbing a dish towel off the counter behind him. The soft mound of her breast pressed against Rami’s arm, and his cock stiffened when she lingered there, struggling to reach the cloth.
“Dammit,” he swore under his breath, fighting back a groan.
Her fingers closed around the towel, and she bounced back to her space by the counter, breasts jiggling, a wicked little smile on her face. “Got it!”
With more enthusiasm than necessary, she started to polish the space on the counter where a few drops of coffee had spilled. She was bent at the waist, pushing her ass out so the shorts strained to cover it. He was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything under them.
There was no hiding the effect she was having on him. The fabric of his athletic shorts was tented from his erection, and once she turned around again, she’d spot it in a heartbeat.
“Take this,” he said, pushing the monitor toward her. “Have to shower.”
He stole one last look before bolting for the stairs. Her laugh followed him up, devious and delighted with herself. So much for the workout he was planning on. Now, he had only one thing on his mind.
Rami yanked open the shower door and turned on the water, filling the bathroom with steam. It fogged the mirrors as he pulled off his clothes and climbed in, letting the hot water sting his skin.Fuck.She’s trying to drive me crazy.And it was working.
Ducking his head under the stream of water, he let it wash down his back, wishing it could wash away thoughts of Vera. He’d had to dump her before their relationship could devolve into constant arguments, before all of their memories were bad ones. It was exactly because he cared for her that he’d had to leave.
Even though he knew he couldn’t have her, desire pulsed through his veins.Vera.Rami shut his eyes as his cock swelled, so hard now that it ached. He wrapped his fist around it. Fantasyflooded his brain, a sad replacement for the real thing down in his kitchen, but all he could let himself have.
In his mind, she’d followed him up into the shower, stripping off her clothes on her way up the stairs. She’d slide in behind him, water streaming over her perfect, taut body, dripping off the tips of her nipples, over the smooth plane of her stomach, to the warm dip between her thighs. All the places he wanted to touch.
