Wide-open and undenied. Hadn't she wanted the same? Hadn't she held her sweatshirt down with her fists to prevent herself from tearing it away and going for all that his kisses, that her aroused body ached for?
The coffee Leigh had been carrying in her other hand sloshed and a drop spilled to the floor as a jolt of sheer lust shot through her. In the mere feet separating them, she could actually sense him tense and heat. "I suppose you are the workman Mikhail said I'm to work with, right?"
He nodded, studying her in the afternoon light. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Problem? Problem? Leigh tried to focus on her sketched layout of the shop when she couldn't stop looking into those dark sea-green eyes. Jarek took the clipboard from her and began studying it, just as her parents wandered into the atrium.
