She might not be smiling if she knew how hard it was for him not to kiss her again. How hard he was, period. “We’re finished now.”
She stretched her arms above her head. “Good. I’m tired.”
How the hell could she be so cool after that hot kiss? “Erica, the last time this happened, I told you—”
“It wouldn’t happen again.” She moved in closer and patted his chest, right above his thrumming heart. “Because you don’t kiss clients. Don’t worry, I kissed you, so your ethics are still intact.”
“That’s pretty skewed logic.” Even though he admittedly liked her way of thinking.
She inched a little closer, an almost predatory twinkle in her eye. “Does it bother you, having a woman make the first move?”
Did it bother him? Oh, yeah. In ways she couldn’t know unless she moved completely against him, or took a look down south. “We agreed we can’t do this.”
“I don’t recall agreeing to anything aside from the personal training, but if that’s the way you want it, then you’ll get no argument from me.”
Kieran noted a hint of vulnerability in Erica’s eyes and hated that he shared responsibility in putting it there. “At any other time, under different circumstances, if you kissed me like that, we’d be naked about now. But I’m still your trainer, you’re still my client, and as long as that holds true, we both need to control ourselves.”
“Fine. I have to see if Stormy’s in bed.”
Kieran found it amazing that she’d gone from sexy she-devil to typical-mom mode as easily as flipping a light switch. “Come to the club tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. and be prepared to work for at least two hours. We’ll cover cardio and strength training then.”
“Okay. I’ll bring Stormy.” Her smile came out of hiding again. “We probably need a chaperone.”
Without responding, Kieran picked up his bag, rushed out the door and drove away before he did something stupid, like go back inside and ask her if he could stay the night. His mother’s talk about honor drifted back into his brain, and as much as he wanted to make love to Erica—and he damn sure wanted that—wisdom dictated he remain strong in his convictions, or back out as her trainer and get out of her life while he still could.
He couldn’t lay claim to much wisdom at the moment, because no matter how close he was to a possible train wreck, he couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing Erica again.
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