“I expect you to,” she said.
His mouth found hers without warning. She met him head-on, parting her lips without hesitation. There was no softness, only fire he hadn’t expected but damn sure welcomed.
Her tongue invaded his mouth first, tangling with his.
He pulled her roughly against him, her chest pressed to his, their hips aligned in a way that left no doubt what he wanted. Or hoped she did.
She let out a low groan, fueling him to deepen the kiss harder, rougher. His lips nearly crushing hers as his hand gripped the back of her head, holding her right where he wanted her.
Her hands slipped around his neck and held on, her nails digging through his shirt.
He was going to lose control of his body any minute if he didn’t step back.
Jocelyn McCarthy might be a lot of things, but a woman who slept with a guy on the first date wasn’t one of them. He was positive of that fact.
And maybe there was part of him that didn’t want her to be like all the other women he’d been with.
He stepped back and gave them both a breather.
“How was that?”
“Better than I imagined it to be,” she said.
“How long have you been thinking of it?”
“For years in school. I always wondered how you’d kiss. I’m positive you’ve perfected your technique in that time. So now I’ll say since I saw you again when I was picking up food. How about you?”
“The same,” he said. “Years ago it was about messing you up some.”
“And now?”
“Now I know you could handle it.”
12
MAKING IT CLEAR
Sunday afternoon, Jocelyn left her building when Chance texted he was outside.
She hadn’t expected him to want to get together again so soon. There was a huge part of her that felt he was testing her with this date.
Going for a ride in his car that she’d admired, then out to a pub in public.
She had no problem with it and he almost seemed shocked she’d agreed.
The joke would be on him. She liked things that went fast.
He admitted she could handle it, so might as well prove it some more.
Even if she was positive he had another meaning in there.
Yes, please!
She got off the elevator, then waved to Marcel manning the desk.
Chance’s black muscle car was off to the side, the engine running, rumbling louder than any other vehicle around. She didn’t even care it drew eyes to them.
She opened the heavy door, then jumped in the stiff leather seat. Yep, the luxuries of modern cars were gone.
