That fire.That mouth.
That blazing, beautiful spark that hooked me from the first second I saw her through that kindergarten door in her tight skirt and sweater.
You bet your sweet ass, I wish, Baby.
Christ, I’m so fucking gone for her.
And now, I’m going to do everything I can not to fuck it up again.
I signal for the check, but before the server arrives, she stretches slightly in her chair, pressing her hand to her lower back with a soft groan.
“You okay?”I ask, instantly alert.
She waves me off.
“Sure.I’ve just been tense all day.Can’t imagine why.”
I stand, walk around the table, and crouch beside her.
“Let me.”
“Let you what?”
“Let me help,” I murmur, brushing her hand away and pressing my palm against the curve of her back.
She stiffens for half a second—on instinct, not fear—and then I feel it.
That little melt she does when I touch her just right.
Just like that, my blood’s hot again.
But I don’t push it.
I don’t want sex to be what gets me back in her good graces.
I want her.
All of her.With her trust.With her rules.
But I’m not gonna lie.I want sex too.
“My place is just a few blocks from here,” I murmur, close to her ear.“Nothing fancy.Just somewhere safe, private, clean, and quiet.If you want to decompress, shower, take a nap or something.”
She chuckles despite herself.“Or something?”
“Whatever you want, Angel.But I promise you’ll be safe.”
“And who will keep me safe from you?”
“I won’t do anything you don’t ask for.Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout.”
“Nope.But I could’ve been.I look damn good in uniforms.”
That earns me a smirk.“You’re ridiculous.And I think I know why they call you Ego, but it’s probably pronounced more likeego.”
“You wound me,” I tease her as she stands.“Besides, you like that about me.”
