His tongue traced the seam of my lips, pestering me to enter, and when I moaned involuntarily, he took the opportunity. I forgot where I was. Hell, I forgot my own name while he plundered my mouth. Man, this guy could kiss. Grabbing handfuls of his hair, I tugged him closer, wanting more. Needing more. Nate didn’t disappoint. Without warning, he pulled me to my feet and pressed his hot, hard body against mine. Thank fuck for his firm grip on my ass, because with every thrust of his tongue, my knees were becoming weak and wobbly.
When he pulled away, his eyes alight with mischief, I reached up and touched my own cheeks. Beneath my trembling fingers, I could feel the burn as I panted pathetically, trying to regain control of my heavy breathing.
With his fingers digging into my hips, Nate held me steady. “Hey Jos?”
“Mmmm?” I was still unable to form words.
“Just for the record. The other night, you’re damn straight it was a date.”
“Oh.”
“And there will be another.”
He bent forward and kissed my forehead so softly I barely believed he’d done it. After that intensely erotic kiss that curled my toes, he strutted out the door and into the night, leaving me standing there panting. Who knew one guy could be that hot and that sweet all wrapped up in such delicious packaging? I sure as hell didn’t.
“Thank god there are no kids in here tonight!”
I jumped at the voice over my shoulder before spinning around quickly, almost knocking Jenna on her ass. Grabbing her arm, we steadied each other before taking a step back and dissolving into a fit of laughter.
“He sure can kiss.”
“Looked like it.”
“Shit! Jenna, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to be working and I sat down and had dinner, then that display…” My mind raced away. The moment Nate touched me I’d forgotten myself. Forgotten where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. Fuck it! I needed this job. I liked it even. I hoped Jenna wasn’t going to fire my ass.
“Calm down, honey. Don’t even worry about it. That boy asked me to help him out, and by the look of that kiss, I’d say I did the right thing.”
“You knew?”
“Of course. Did you really think I didn’t?”
“Honestly, I didn’t think about it at all.”
“And if a man like that was vying for my attention, I doubt I’d be able to remember my own name, let alone anything else.”
She winked at me. The evil witch winked at me. Yanking the tie out of my hair, I shook my long hair loose. It didn’t need retying, but I gave me something to do with my nervous hands. Once it was tied back, I noticed Jenna was cleaning up the now empty plates and glasses from the table. Quickly I moved and scooped up my own dirty plate and used napkin. There was no way I was allowing my boss to clean up after me.
Silently I followed her back to the bar. After tossing the napkins in the bin, I dropped the plate and silverware in the dishwasher and watched while Jenna did the same. “It’s quiet tonight. Why don’t you head out and I’ll close up.”
“Feeling guilty?”
“Maybe.” With a new memory of Nate’s body pressed against mine and the words he’d spoken buzzing about in my head, I wanted nothing more than to finish up here, go home, and crawl into my bed so I could replay it over and over and over again. I had a feeling this was one night, one conversation I wouldn’t be letting go of any time soon.
“Don’t be. I remember what it was like to be young.”
“You do?” I blurted it out without thinking. Fuck, what was wrong with me tonight? Oh, that’s right. Nate fucking Mitchell.
“Watch it, missy!”
Jenna snapped the tea towel and it made a cracking sound as it collected the edge of the stainless bench, missing my legs by mere inches. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” I professed, holding my hands up in surrender.
“I’ll accept your apology. This time.”
“Thanks. But seriously, go home, Jenna. I got this.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
