Cassidy shook her head. “We can talk about the camp any time. A date would be nice, because that is what you’re suggesting, isn’t it cowboy?” She smirked. “Although, I’m hoping it’ll be better than the last one. That was awful.”
Instantly we felt back to normal, and my shoulders sagged with relief.
“Not totally awful. A date with me could never be awful,” I joked. “Plus, I never said it was going to be a date.”
“Liar.” There was a gleam in her eye, so bright that I could see it behind her glasses. “It is a date, and you know it. I’m thinking you might want some more of those kisses we shared.”
I laughed. “And you say I’m the one with ego.”
“Your ego is so big it probably needs its own zip code,” she replied, her lips curved into a grin.”
“And yet you don’t seem to be able to stay away from my neighborhood.”
Inhaling, she perused me carefully. “Where are you going to take me on this date, then?”
Shaking my head I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I thought we established that I never said it was a date.”
“And I thoughtIestablished that it was.” She lifted her leg and crossed it over the other, relaxing back in her chair with her mug to her chest. “But if you’re not sure you want it to be a date then I’m not sure I want to drink with a man who is too scared to be honest with himself. Besides, we weren’t very successful at the dating thing last time. And that’s me being honest.”
“If we’re all about honesty, I guess I should be, too. You want me to be?” I asked, getting out of my chair and rounding the desk. She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “To tell you exactly what I’m thinking or feeling.”
When I reached her chair, I took hold of the arms and turned her around, so she was facing me. Pulling her between my legs, I looked down. Her face was upturned, her lips pouting naturally, perfect and waiting to be kissed.
Her chest was heaving, deep and slow, matching the rhythm of my own, the air charged with anticipation.
“Although, I’m not sure you’re ready to know what I’m thinking or feeling about you, Miss. Turner.” Moving in closer, I gripped the arms of the chair tighter. Holding on like my sanity and my reasoning depended on it. As her lips parted slightly, I felt her soft breath on my skin. When her tits moved upward with her inhale I also felt my dick stir in my pants. She had me transfixed, caught in the deep whisky luster of her gaze. Trapped and not eager one bit to escape.
“Considering you’re not supposed to like me very much, you’re staring a lot,” Cassidy said softly.
“Not staring Cassidy, just judging.”
Her eyebrows raised. “You’re judging me? What for?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, my mistake. Not judging but trying to make a judgement. Try to judge whether you can take my thoughts and feelings or whether you’re a quiet, shy farm girl who might just be a little scared.”
She gasped, sharp and short and when goosebumps pebbled her skin I knew she was as turned on as I was. I knew she’d be as wet as I was hard.
“No longer a city girl, now I’m a shy farm girl.”
“Now I know you better.”
She uncrossed her legs and planted her foot on the floor, parting them slightly. Like it was an invitation for me to movein closer. I stayed where I was. As much as I wanted to throw everything off my desk, undress her and make her yell my name, I wouldn’t rush this. I wouldn’t threaten to spoil this by acting like I’d never seduced a woman before. Besides which I’d promised her a date, well, pretty much.
“What if going on a date spoils us working together?” she asked, linking her fingers together over her stomach.
“It won’t but maybe we should just keep it to ourselves. You know how meddlesome Lily can be.”
Cassidy laughed. “Just a little, so yeah, I agree. We keep it just between us and if it’s as disastrous as last time then no one needs to know.”
“It won’t be like last time. It won’t spoil us working together.”
“What if it does?”
She had a point, but at this stage I couldn’t think of anything more important than spending time with her outside of work and maybe getting more of those fucking delicious kisses.
Chapter 22
You’re Still the One – Shania Twain
