Which made him grin to himself. That kiss had shaken her. And it had probably been wrong of him to have done itâbut, Dio mio , she had looked so uptight and uncomfortable and after the kiss it had been like looking at a different woman. Her hair had become messed a little and her lips had swollen, her cheeks pink, but her eyesâman, her eyes had been alive. That intense green flecked with gold, and sparkling. Just sparkling.
Despite that, he knew bone deep that it had been a crazy thing to do. He had no businesskissing Miss Poison Ivy. They were poles apart in everything, not least that he was a one-night-stand man and she looked, as far as he could see, like a one-man-only woman. Noâit wasnât going to happen again.
He turned, but made sure he stayed where he was at the doorâall the better to make a quick exit before any more kissing happened. âSure. What can I do for you?â
âNothing. Thatâs exactly it. I donât want you to do anything else. Ever.â She walked towards him, her mouth fixed and determined. Her gait, as always, just the tiniest bit off balance. âNo touching. No kissing. Nothing.â
âThe kiss? You want to talk about it? I thought you would almost burn up with the heat. It was good, yes?â Just thinking about it again sent hot, sharp need rippling through him.
She shook her head, holding her workbag against her chest. âThatâs not the point.â
âYou say that a lot.â
âSay what?â
ââThatâs not the point.ââ He removed his hand from the doorhandle and tried not to touch her. âWhen you deny how youâre feeling, or what youâre thinking, you close off a corner of yourself.â And he should learn a lesson from his own wordsâbut, hell, heâd learnt to close himself off to attaching any kind of sentiment to a kiss. Itwas just human nature. It was lust. It was natural desire, that was all. This time he was in control and calling the shots and, besides, he had no intention of taking it any further. He just couldnât. âIt is exactly my point. It is a simple answer, yes? Or no? You liked the kiss?â
âIs not the poiâ Ohâ¦â she frowned and he thought for a moment she would stamp her foot in irritation, but instead she gave him a haughty smile. âYou are insufferable.â
âHey, come on, I was there. I know that you liked it. Try to be honest, Ivy. Your eyes give you away anyway. You liked the kiss and you want to do it again, but you wonât. You have a very strong resolve and kissing wonât get you where you want to be. Is that right?â
âYes. Absolutely.â
âBut still you liked it.â
Now she looked like she was trying not to laugh, that pretty mouth curling at the edges, light in the green eyes. âYou are very annoying, Matteo. Okay. If I say yes, will you shut up?â
âPerhaps. Take a chance and see.â He raised his eyebrows and waited. And waited some more as the silence in the room became amplified and the lack of anyone else there became more and more obvious. They were alone and if kissing was on the agenda it could happen here. Now. And no one apart from them would ever know.He perched on the edge of one of the tables. âAndâ¦?â
She glared at him, all humour and frustration and tight-lipped. And eventually she shook her head and tsked. âGod, will you never give up? I liked the kiss, okay?â
As heâd thought. âGood. You said it and nothing bad happened, so it wasnât so hard to be honest and open, was it? I liked it too, but it wasnât a sensible move.â
âNo. It wasnât.â
âAnd if we do it again?â What was it about her that made him so rash? He wanted to say things to her that heâd never said to anyone else. âYou will slap me with a sexual harassment complaint?â
âOh, no. I wouldnât do