She wanted a kiss, Daniel knew, but he was also certain that she wanted a whole lot more than that. Not just sex, but the part of himself he refused to give.

“What?” he said again, and then his face broke into a smile as, very unexpectedly, Holly—sweet Holly—showed another side of herself.

“Are you going to make me invite you in?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not even going to try to persuade me with a kiss?” Holly checked.

“You want me or you don’t.” Daniel shrugged. “There’s no question that I want you. But, Holly, do you get that—”

She knew what was coming and she didn’t need the warning. He had made his position perfectly clear, so she interrupted him. “I don’t need the speech.”

She just needed this.