“You’re the smartest woman I know,” he said, intending to reassure her.
“Yeah, that bar feels low.”
Tank burst out laughing, tugging McKenna down onto the cushions and tickling her while she squealed and tried to break free.
Once he had her beneath him, he decided to put the position to good use, holding his weight on his elbows so he could kiss her.
Given the way McKenna not only returned his kiss but lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, he assumed whatever doubts she had about sleeping with him again had passed.
Tank continued kissing her—obsessed with her lips—until McKenna turned her head, gasping for breath.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she said, cupping his cheek with her small hand.
Jesus Christ.
Best words ever.
Tank rose from the couch, then picked up McKenna, her breasts crushed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, while his hands cradled her ass. He carried her to his room.
McKenna took a quick look around, and it occurred to Tank she was the first woman he’d ever taken to his bedroom. He knew bringing one-night stands to his home would only spell disaster if he landed a stage-five clinger, so he kept his liaisons either to hotels or the woman’s place. That afforded him the freedom to leave whenever he wanted.
Bringing McKenna into his room told him just how far gone he was for the beautiful woman, because he didn’t have an ounce of doubt now that she was here…he’d want her to stay.
“Your room is clean,” she observed, as he set her on her feet just inside the door.
“Would it make me sound too cocky if I said I cleaned because I was hoping this was where the night would lead?”
“Yes, but I’ve never known you to hold back on the cocky comments, so why start now?”
He wrapped his arm around her neck, playfully messing up her hair. “You’re having a lot of fun at my expense tonight, aren’t you?”
She grinned widely. “At. With. It all seems to work with us.”
It was a simple statement that was just so McKenna. She was open and honest about her feelings and thoughts, which was refreshing. He was too used to women acting the way they thought he wanted in order to capture his attention. With McKenna, what he saw was what he got, and he liked it. A lot.
“I have fun with you, too,” he replied, hoping she knew how sincere he was about that.
“Do I want to know how many miles you’ve put on that bed?” she asked, somewhat hesitantly, her nose crinkled.
“Zero,” he answered honestly.
McKenna laughed, thinking he was joking, but the sound faded when he didn’t join in.
“Seriously?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought home for dinner and the first to see my bedroom.”
McKenna blinked a few times, and he got the sense she was waiting for him to hit her with some punch line.
He didn’t.
“I…” She paused, then gave him a soft smile. “I’m…” Finally, she just gave up. “I have no idea how to respond to that. I mean, I’m kind of relieved, and also touched and honored that you trust me enough to let me in.”
As far as responses went, that one was pretty awesome.
Tank drew her back into his arms, kissing her again because he was perilously close to saying way too many things that would make it obvious none of this was fake to him.
Things McKenna wasn’t ready to hear.
