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floor landing when he spied Liz stepping out of the elevator and heading for the espresso bar. And luck was exactly what it had been. She was there. She was there for him, of her own accord, of her own doing. She was there to sleep with him, to give herself to him, to fulfill some of her fantasies and maybe even some of his.
    All the times over the years he’d spent waiting, hoping, trying to find the perfect time to tell her how he felt, what he wanted, and she pulled the rug out from under him by tossing the query out at him over dinner.
    Liz.
    He gave her several minutes before he exited the coffee place himself. If he’d followed her immediately as he’d wanted to do, he was afraid she’d have bolted. Much as she wanted him, and he had no doubt about her desire, she was scared. He’d seen it in her as she sat with him. She could barely look at him without blushing, but there was a good deal of appeal in that for him too. She didn’t take anything between them for granted and he didn’t pretend to think his wishes for more than sex wouldn’t be met with resistance.
    He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit nervous about how the coming events would unfold, but he’d meant every word he’d said to her as she sipped her latte. Whatever happened between them in a bed, he didn’t believe it would change anything out of bed for the worse. Her friendship, her ability to treat him as though he were a regular guy, had more to do with how he felt about her than anything else. He needed someone in his life like that. He needed a woman in his life like that. He needed Liz.
    She was beautiful, sure. That thick wavy hair and those piercing green eyes. He knew she had no idea just how incredible she was. He knew she had no idea of her own allure or why he would be so taken and fascinated by her either. She was uncomplicated, intelligent and she got him. Those things she would understand, but the unspoken smitten feelings he had toward her? She wouldn’t get that and he wanted her more because of it.
    She still had that Southern accent that he seemed to have lost over the years living in California. She had filled out, grown up and had the kind of curves he’d hadn’t felt pressed against him in years. Her yoga pants had hugged her hips and thighs the way he’d dreamed of doing and her t-shirt, oversized as it was, did nothing to hide the fullness of her tits. She had a natural rack that swayed a little when she moved. She was seductive without trying. He couldn’t wait to strip her down, hold her in his arms and finally slide up inside her.
    His wait for her was nearly over. This day and the coming night were all about having her. It was all about the physical transition from friendship to relationship. It wasn’t about their past, even though there was one and it was a big part of how they came to be where they were in their lives and where they were in their current state as friends, but in bed with her was all about being in bed with her.
    He’d had little sleep on the flight out from L.A. and could do with a nap, but he knew the second he closed his eyes he’d be out for hours. It had been that kind of week so far, and as disappointed as she was that he wouldn’t be able to give her the weekend she wanted, he was equally disappointed.
    At the moment, he was running on adrenaline and he needed to keep running on it until he got on the plane headed home.
    “Can I help you?” The pretty, young desk clerk didn’t bat an eyelash at his leather-clad body, nor did she seem to realize who he was. He didn’t care. He wasn’t looking for any attention from anyone except the one he’d sent back upstairs. And he’d gotten the reaction out of her that he’d wanted.
    They hadn’t been anything more than friends way back when in high school, but he’d always remembered the way she’d looked at him every time he wore any kind of leather. She hadn’t been able to keep the hunger out of her amazing green eyes.