The Tourist Attraction (Moose Springs, Alaska #1)(69)

This morning was becoming increasingly confusing.

“What do I owe the pleasure of your company, darlin’?”

“I wanted to make out with you.”

Had that actually slipped out? Zoey tried to cover her slip-up with a laugh. What came out was a strained little squeak.

“You didn’t mean to say that.” Graham shifted in closer, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw with the lightest touch.

“Nope. I think. I have no idea. I accidentally probably meant to say it.”

A smile curved his lips, a softer, far sexier smile than she had ever seen him give. Graham’s eyes searched hers, his voice low and husky. “If you did mean it, you should know I’ve been thinking the same thing since last night.”

Did she mean it? “Umm, I actually had a legitimate reason for bothering you at work…I think.”

Warm breath brushed the rim of her ear. “Trust me. You are all the excuse I need to be bothered at work.”

Oh, screw it.

Graham was a lot taller than she was, but when she pulled him down to her, the height difference wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d expected. Especially when Graham wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up to her toes.

Last night had been soft, sweet, the slow burn kind of kiss that had made her heart flutter and her defenses weaken. This kiss burned her alive.

Twisting in place, Graham sat back on the edge of the booth’s bench, hauling her into his lap.

“We still good?” he asked, placing warm, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

“As long as you stop talking,” Zoey promised.

His voice softened, emotions she couldn’t read flickering across his features. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.” He gazed down at her, eyes flickering from her own, then down to her lips. Shivering in anticipation, she leaned in, but still Graham held back, his mouth centimeters from hers.

As if counting. Deciding. One. Two.

With a groan, he kissed her before she reached three.

Keeping her hands off him was impossible. Every inch of his neck, his chest, his arms was wrapped in rock hard muscle, softened only by the worn white T-shirt between them. He smelled like bread, because he always smelled like bread, but also of shampoo and deodorant. Every time her palms slid over his chest, down his stomach, across his sides, the muscles beneath her hands would flex as if subconsciously trying to impress her. But when her fingernails dug into his shoulders, that strong body shivered beneath her hands, pressing into her touch.

Even as desire tried to wipe out every coherent thought from her, it occurred to Zoey maybe Graham was as starved for human contact as she was.

“This is a lot better way to start my day than coffee,” Graham murmured. Unlike her wandering hands, his had stayed firmly glued to her hips, but his eyes were drinking her in.

Zoey knew it the instant Graham’s control cracked, because it was the instant after her own did. Moaning in appreciation of his hard body against hers, Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck, plastering herself all over him. With a jerk of his hands, he hauled her tight to him, mouth slanting over hers. That slow burn between them flaring hotter with every breath they couldn’t catch.

A bang on the door jolted her back to the present, causing her to jerk in his arms.

“Shh,” he murmured when she started to turn around. “Ignore them.”

“It’s past eleven. They’re breaking down the door.”

“You’re breaking me.” He carefully pushed her glasses back in place on her nose. “Two more minutes.”

“One more minute.”

“Okay, Zo. Just one.”

The things this man could do with a single minute…especially when that minute turned to four and a half.

“We know you’re in there!”

“Then you should know I’m busy!” Graham growled back.

Biting her lip failed to hide her mirth. With a groan of defeat, he rested his forehead to her chest. The same hands that had traced fiery patterns over her skin now wrapped around her like she was a teddy bear.

“Why me?” he groaned. “Why can’t they just leave me in peace?”

“Because then you’d be unemployed like me,” Zoey joked, sliding off his lap. “All right, handsome. Time to earn a living. You already played hooky enough this week.”

“You’re unemployed? And yet able to jaunt off to a vacation of a lifetime?”

“Jaunting off to the vacation of a lifetime is the reason I’m currently unemployed.” Zoey offered him a wry look. “They promised the vacation time and then went back on it. They said if I left, I wouldn’t have a job to come back to.”

“And you left.”

“They pay me,” Zoey told Graham, going up on her toes to press a kiss to his strong, stubbly jaw. “They don’t own me.”

“You’ve got balls of steel, darlin’.” He walked her to the door, then caught her hand. “Hey, Zoey. A friend of mine is in town. Want to have a late lunch with us after I close?”

Did he just ask her on a date? Lunch with someone else didn’t count as a date, right? Because Zoey was ready for an actual date with him. To see where this could—

Nowhere. This could go nowhere.

“Uh-oh. What did I say wrong?” Focused on her, Graham didn’t miss her hesitation.