“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious.” Elliot’s fingers twisted in Lucy Ann’s ponytail.
“Let. Go. Now,” she said, barely able to keep herself from hauling him in for a kiss. “Sex will only complicate matters.”
“Or it could simplify thing.” He release her hair slowly, his stroke tantalizing all the way down her arm.
“Lucy Ann?” His bourbon-smooth tones intoxicated her parched senses. “What are you thinking?”
“My aunt said the same thing about the bonus of friends becoming….more.”
He laughed softly, the heat of his breath broadcasting how close he’d moved to her. “Your aunt has always been a smart woman. Although, I sure as hell didn’t talk to her about you and I becoming lovers.”
“You need to quit saying things like that. You and I need boundaries for this to work.”
His gaze fell to her mouth for an instant that stretched to eternity. “We’ll have to agree to disagree….”