“Fuck,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss me. “I love that.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby. I do.” He rolled onto his back and groaned. “I need to go. If I don’t, I won’t.”
I slid off the bed. “I’m free on Monday.”
“Can’t do Monday.”
“Okay. Well, I’m sure we’ll find another night that works.”
He nodded. “I’m gonna go now.”
“Okay.”
He rose to his feet and kissed me again before heading back out to the living room and grabbing his leather jacket. I felt somewhat dejected that he was leaving, but I knew that if he stayed, we’d go further than I was ready to, and lucky for me, he seemed to understand that. I don’t know what it was about him, but I was falling fast, and that was new to me. I couldn’t quite decide if I liked the feeling or not, but when he smiled his sexy smile and leaned down to kiss me again, I decided I didn’t really care. He was delicious.
“Talk to you tomorrow,” he said.
I nodded and pulled open the door again, but when he made to walk out, I grabbed his hand. “One more kiss?”
He grinned and left me with a kiss that made me want more as I closed the door and leaned against it. There was no way in hell I was going to manage sleeping when all I wanted was him to keep me occupied for the night. I forced myself not to call him back inside and headed to bed, my overwhelming exhaustion replaced with a kind of desire that no one but Austin “Booker” Carver would be able to satisfy.
I was in big, big trouble.
Danielle
SATURDAY NIGHT, AUSTIN arrived just before six and settled himself on my sofa. Although my makeup was applied, my hair was still in a towel, I was in a robe, and I had no idea what I was going to wear. We’d talked for less than five minutes during the day and he hadn’t given me any details of the date.
“You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
“Get together at the club,” he said.
“I thought we were going to dinner.”
He smiled up at me from his position on the couch. “We are. Club’s grillin’.”
