She moved her lips over his, thrilled by the way he followed her lead. His arms had tightened around her as though he was afraid she would pull away. She could have told him she had zero interest in getting away from him.

It had been a terrible day and she wanted this with him, wanted some solace, a few moments where she didn’t feel alone.

The kiss was soft at first, and then she couldn’t help but run a tongue over his plump bottom lip.

It felt wickedly good to be close to this man. Her inhibitions were rapidly falling off her, a weight being lifted. She should have danced with him that day. She should have sat there and let him ask her, should have given him her assent. It had been more than cowardice. It had been penance, and she wanted to be free of the feeling she didn’t deserve anything good.

His lips moved on hers, tongue coming out to play. She let her hands find his hair, sinking into it. His hair was soft and silky. He growled against her lips and then his tongue was invading, one hand fisting in her hair and gently guiding her head so he could have better access.

Her whole body went soft and she could feel herself getting ready for him.

He didn’t have to sleep on the couch. He could come to her bed and they could end the night right.

As if he could hear her thoughts, his hands moved again. This time one went around her back and the other under her knees. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all. Her heart raced in the best way.

“I think that answers the question,” she said, not recognizing the husky sound of her voice. “Risk is totally worth it.”

“It will be.” He was staring at her like he could eat her up. He cradled her in his arms and started making his way back to the bedroom.

He walked through her bedroom door. She needed to redecorate, make the place her own. For the first time she thought about redoing the house. She’d thought it would only be a place to sleep, but if Armie would be here, she wanted it to be nice. Comfortable. She wanted it to have something of her in it.

Armie started to lay her down on the bed. She would definitely start with high-quality sheets. And she might get some sexy pajamas. She could find those somewhere. She had Internet. Well, sometimes. When it was working. Surely there was a library with Wi-Fi.

She waited to feel the press of his body against hers. He could take control now. She was ready to follow him.

This was what she needed. God, this might be what she’d come here for.

He pulled the covers over her and bent down, lightly pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Lila.”