Beth nodded. ‘I don’t know what came over me,’ she added awkwardly as Nick continued to look down at her broodingly.
‘Don’t you…?’
‘No,’ she assured him sharply.
‘I really think you should invite me in, Beth,’ Nick added tensely.
‘I—Why?’ Her wariness deepened as the tension surrounding them increased.
Nick gave a derisive smile as he easily sensed that wariness. ‘Because it’s the polite thing to do?’
‘I think it’s a little late to worry about politeness between the two of us, don’t you?’ She hated to imagine what Miss Sheffield would say or do if she knew of the way Beth had spoken to the school’s ‘most influential parent’ this last week!
Nick’s decision to talk to Beth calmly, rationally, completely deserted him now that he was faced with the flesh and blood woman. Most of all the flesh!
She was wearing another overlarge jumper—red today—with fitted jeans, and Nick wanted nothing more than to take all her clothes off and explore the satiny flesh beneath
Beth’s eyes widened in alarm as Nick strode past her into her apartment. ‘I—But—You can’t just come here like this and expect to—’
Obviously he could just come here like this and expect to be allowed in!
Beth almost had to run to keep up with him as he walked forcefully down the hallway into her sitting room, his grey gaze taking in at a glance the sun-yellow walls and terracotta-coloured sofa and chair, and the small decorated Christmas tree in the window, with its half a dozen presents beneath, before he turned those piercing silver eyes on her.
Beth squirmed at the sensual warmth she could see in them. ‘You’re coming here really isn’t a good idea, Nick,’ she muttered desperately.
‘Tell me about it!’ he muttered.
She gave a baffled frown. ‘I don’t understand why you’ve bothered if you already know that…’
‘I’m here because I’m sick and tired of fighting my need to make love to you!’ he snapped.
She gasped at the starkness of Nick’s statement, even as she stared up searchingly into that sensually handsome face. ‘I…’ She moistened suddenly dry lips. ‘You are…?’
‘Oh, yes,’ Nick breathed with feeling.
Beth swallowed hard. ‘And is this how it works? You come here and tell me you need to make love to me, and just expect me to acquiesce?’ Her voice rose indignantly.
‘Well…no. Not quite,’ Nick answered with slow mockery. ‘I’ve always thought of lovemaking as a two-way thing, Beth, and as such I would like you to make love to me too. But I’m happy to offer you any guidance you might need in that area if you feel you’re a little rusty,’ he added dryly.
‘’You’re happy to offer me guidance…’ Beth repeated incredulously. ‘I’m a biology teacher, Nick; I do know how a man’s body works. Plus I was married for three years!’
Nick was only too aware that Beth had been married. To a man she had obviously loved very much. And who had no doubt loved her.
It was a hard act to follow, and not something that Nick particularly relished. He wouldn’t even be contemplating it if he could have stayed away from her…
‘I’ve been honest about what I want, Beth. How about you give me that same honesty?’ he encouraged.
Beth moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, very aware of the loud pounding of her heart, of the wild flutter of excitement she felt in her chest just being near Nick like this.
Being honest with Nick would mean admitting how being with him made her feel. How much Beth wanted to be with him. How much she wanted to have him touch her and be able to touch him in return.
Honesty to herself meant admitting all of those things—and something else. Something that even now Beth shied away from admitting even to herself.
She drew herself up determinedly. ‘Will you just think about what you’re saying, Nick?’ she reasoned heavily. ‘I’m your daughter’s teacher. Even if I wanted to I can’t just have an affair with the father of one of my pupils!’
‘I’m only interested in whether or not it is what you want.’
Did she want to have a relationship with this ruggedly handsome and exciting man? An affair no doubt brief, but for the time it lasted also intensely passionate?
Nick reached out and held the tops of Beth’s arms as he stared down at her intently. ‘We’re the only two that matter now, Beth,’ he insisted persuasively.
Beth stared up at him, knowing by his tension, by the fierce glitter of those grey eyes, that Nick was perfectly serious. That at this moment he wanted her—in his life and in his bed.
Flattering as it was to realise the depth of his desire, it wasn’t enough…
She gave a pained frown. ‘For how long, Nick? A few days? A week? Perhaps even a month? Or do you think one night would be enough? That once you’ve made love to me you would lose all interest?’
His mouth tightened. ‘Isn’t that a risk all couples take when they first get together?’
‘We aren’t a couple, Nick, and we never will be,’ Beth murmured regretfully.
He shook her slightly. ‘Your responses tell me that you want me just as much as I want you…’
‘I’m not denying it,’ she said softly; how could she deny something that must be obvious every time Nick so much as touched her? ‘It just isn’t enough for me, Nick.’
He put her away from him to thrust his hands into his pockets. ‘What more do you want from me, Beth? Hearts and flowers? Declarations of undying love? Promises of for ever?’ He gave a rueful shake of his head. ‘I’ve already told you that I’m not the man who can give you any of that.’
Beth had spent all of last night and most of today thinking about her earlier conversation with Nick, about what it was she wanted for her life.
It had been two years since Ben died. Two years. And without Beth even realising it she had begun to heal. To want more in her life than she had now.
Since leaving Nick yesterday Beth had realised exactly what she wanted for her future. She wanted what she’d had with Ben. Nothing less, and perhaps more.
She and Ben had grown up together, become young adults starting out on life together, and had intended growing old together. They had been best friends as well as husband and wife and lovers.
Anything less than that was unacceptable.
But meeting Nick this past week had shown Beth that she now wanted more than that. That she wanted excitement too. The pulse-racing and heady thrill of a certain man’s presence. The pleasure of just looking at him. The tingling arousal
