Tonight he wore nothing but a partially fastened pair of faded jeans that looked like they’d been washed and worn so many times that they’d shaped themselves perfectly to his lean hips, tight butt, and long, hard thighs.
Niall forced her eyes away from that compelling sight when she heard Evan speak.
“Who the hell are
you
to think you can tell me to leave like that?” Evan sputtered in furious disbelief. He took several rapid steps down the hallway, however, almost tripping on his own feet, when Niall’s neighbor abruptly lunged toward him. The tall man never responded verbally, but Niall thought she saw Evan’s answer in his rigid profile and steely gaze.
He’s the guy who looks like he’s ready to kick your ass from here to next week if you don’t get a move on
, Niall thought.
“You’d better just go, Evan,” she managed shakily. “Please,” she added when Evan opened his mouth like he was going to argue. He finally turned, keeping the grim, tall figure that menaced him in the corner of his eye until the last second before he headed down the hallway.
Niall exhaled unevenly when she heard the ding of the elevator door as it closed. She found it difficult to meet her neighbor’s stare.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You okay?”
His voice reminded her of a stark landscape of open plains domed with the vast mystery of a starlit sky.
“Sure.” She laughed a little unevenly. “Feeling a bit dense, actually. I didn’t see it coming.”
“How about a drink?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m all right. He just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“I wasn’t asking if you wanted to have a drink with me in order to calm you down.”
Her eyes snapped up to his. For the first time, she saw that they were a light gray, the outer rim edged by a defining black line.
A second passed . . . then several. A tiny smile pulled at his well-shaped lips, softening the hardness of his mouth infinitesimally.
Had he really just propositioned her so casually? Niall questioned herself. And was she really considering taking him up on the offer?
Something flamed to life inside of her as she met his steady stare . . . something Niall had assumed had been snuffed out of existence three years ago. His lips twitched slightly, and she realized she’d been wrong.
What she experienced at that moment wasn’t anything she’d ever known in her thirty-three years of life on this planet.
“All right,” she agreed softly.
He stepped back so that she could move past him toward the door of his apartment. Niall noticed that he didn’t look smug at her acceptance.
Nor did he seem even vaguely surprised.
Niall smiled a moment later as she glanced around his living room while he moved about in the kitchen.
“I see we have the same decorator,” she said through the little window over the counter that overlooked the kitchen. She heard the anxious tremor in her voice and admonished herself for it. Just because she had agreed to have a drink didn’t mean that she was going to sleep with him—a complete stranger.
His dark brown hair fell over his brow as he bent to retrieve a bottle from a lower shelf. When he stood, her gaze brushed appreciatively across his ridged abdomen, the sweep of his wide shoulders, and the hard, defined muscles of his upper arm. Most of the men that she knew would have put on a shirt in this situation. But Niall was glad that he hadn’t.
He was such a beautiful, sinuous male animal that it seemed a shame to cover his body.
He never responded to her attempt at small talk, but Niall found that his silence didn’t make her feel awkward. When he handed her a glass through the window, she held it up in a brief salute and took a drink. Her sensual appreciation of the taste must have shown on her face, because he gave a small smile before he took a swallow of his own. Heat expanded in Niall’s lower belly at the sight of the muscular movement of his throat.
“You approve,” he stated
Niall forced her eyes away from that compelling sight when she heard Evan speak.
“Who the hell are
you
to think you can tell me to leave like that?” Evan sputtered in furious disbelief. He took several rapid steps down the hallway, however, almost tripping on his own feet, when Niall’s neighbor abruptly lunged toward him. The tall man never responded verbally, but Niall thought she saw Evan’s answer in his rigid profile and steely gaze.
He’s the guy who looks like he’s ready to kick your ass from here to next week if you don’t get a move on
, Niall thought.
“You’d better just go, Evan,” she managed shakily. “Please,” she added when Evan opened his mouth like he was going to argue. He finally turned, keeping the grim, tall figure that menaced him in the corner of his eye until the last second before he headed down the hallway.
Niall exhaled unevenly when she heard the ding of the elevator door as it closed. She found it difficult to meet her neighbor’s stare.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You okay?”
His voice reminded her of a stark landscape of open plains domed with the vast mystery of a starlit sky.
“Sure.” She laughed a little unevenly. “Feeling a bit dense, actually. I didn’t see it coming.”
“How about a drink?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m all right. He just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“I wasn’t asking if you wanted to have a drink with me in order to calm you down.”
Her eyes snapped up to his. For the first time, she saw that they were a light gray, the outer rim edged by a defining black line.
A second passed . . . then several. A tiny smile pulled at his well-shaped lips, softening the hardness of his mouth infinitesimally.
Had he really just propositioned her so casually? Niall questioned herself. And was she really considering taking him up on the offer?
Something flamed to life inside of her as she met his steady stare . . . something Niall had assumed had been snuffed out of existence three years ago. His lips twitched slightly, and she realized she’d been wrong.
What she experienced at that moment wasn’t anything she’d ever known in her thirty-three years of life on this planet.
“All right,” she agreed softly.
He stepped back so that she could move past him toward the door of his apartment. Niall noticed that he didn’t look smug at her acceptance.
Nor did he seem even vaguely surprised.
Niall smiled a moment later as she glanced around his living room while he moved about in the kitchen.
“I see we have the same decorator,” she said through the little window over the counter that overlooked the kitchen. She heard the anxious tremor in her voice and admonished herself for it. Just because she had agreed to have a drink didn’t mean that she was going to sleep with him—a complete stranger.
His dark brown hair fell over his brow as he bent to retrieve a bottle from a lower shelf. When he stood, her gaze brushed appreciatively across his ridged abdomen, the sweep of his wide shoulders, and the hard, defined muscles of his upper arm. Most of the men that she knew would have put on a shirt in this situation. But Niall was glad that he hadn’t.
He was such a beautiful, sinuous male animal that it seemed a shame to cover his body.
He never responded to her attempt at small talk, but Niall found that his silence didn’t make her feel awkward. When he handed her a glass through the window, she held it up in a brief salute and took a drink. Her sensual appreciation of the taste must have shown on her face, because he gave a small smile before he took a swallow of his own. Heat expanded in Niall’s lower belly at the sight of the muscular movement of his throat.
“You approve,” he stated
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