He held her knuckles against his mouth for a moment before rubbing his lips against the back of her hand and settling their hands on the console. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it.”
“It’s okay.”
“You were excited when you got them, weren’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to get flowers for no reason.”
He released her hand to downshift as he pulled into her neighborhood. He was silent as he navigated to her house and eased into her drive. Setting the parking brake, he shut off the engine and faced her. His look was serious in the dim light of the cab.
“I’ll find no reason to send you flowers.” His voice was heavy with promise.
She ran her hand along his jaw, his trim beard tickling her palm. Pressing her lips to his, she accepted his promise. “Let’s go inside.”
She waited for him to come around and open her door, happy when he took advantage of “helping” her down by pulling her close and sliding her down his front. He took her hand as they strolled up the walkway.
“What time do you get off tomorrow?” he asked.
“I should be home around five-thirty.”
“I’d like to take you out again.” He stopped at the bottom of the porch. She stood on the first step, putting them eye-to-eye.
“Okay.”
“Wear jeans. Hiking boots, if you have them.” He took advantage of their equal height and pressed his mouth to hers.
His lips were soft. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to his hard body. A hint of the wine they’d had with dinner still lingered on his tongue. The sweetness of his taste, combined the scent of the fresh soap on his skin, threatened to overwhelm her senses.
She wanted this man. Wanted to wrap him around her. To feel safe. Cherished. His promise of “no reason” echoed in her mind and her heart ached from the possibilities stretching out before them.
I promise, too.
She led him up the steps, onto the porch. He took her keys from her and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he waited for her to enter, but didn’t follow.
“You aren’t coming in?”
“No. Not tonight.” He stepped back and put his hands in his pockets.
“What—? I— Why not?”What the hell?They’d been having foreplay for the last few hours and he wasn’t coming in?
“Told myself, no matter what, I was going to this right. Romance you. Pick you up and drop you off.” He grinned. “Close your mouth, darlin’, before something flies in it.”
She snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. Bastard didn’t lose his grin.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow before six.” He turned and jogged down the steps.
She closed the door and tossed her purse on the foyer table. “What the hell just happened?” Polly walked toward her, tail wagging. Bree leaned down and rubbed Polly’s head between her hands. “What guy does that? Does Charlie do that? Of course not, he doesn’t have any balls.”
Knock, knock, knock.
She whirled and snatched open her door. “Oh, thank—”
Jase’s mouth was open and hot. His tongue invaded, possessing her.
Yes.
She dug her hands into the material of his coat. He thrust a leg between hers and pulled her up his thigh. One hand dove under her skirt, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her ass; the other spread across her lower back, holding her in place. She wrapped a leg around his hips, seeking closer contact.
More. She wanted him naked. Wanted him pounding into her. Wanted—
