Some of my previous dates said the way I dressed was too old-fashioned and over-the-top. But that was part of the fun.
“You look pretty damn good, too,” I replied, sliding my arms around his waist.
He greeted me with a long, deep kiss, cupping his warm, strong palm to the back of my neck. I melted against him with a whimper.
“We’d better go,” Tarzan said, breaking away reluctantly. “Otherwise, we’ll never make it to dinner.”
I smiled and hooked my arm through his elbow.
“If I recall correctly, you did make a promise last time we were together. Something about letting me have my wicked way with you.”
Tarzan huffed a laugh, leading me to his truck—a spacious, black king cab with buttery leather seats. Even though his motorcycle was sexy as hell, I was grateful that I didn’t have to explain how impractical it would be for our date, messing up my clothes and hair that I’d spent so long getting just right. He opened the door and helped me inside until I was comfortably settled into my seat.
“Trust me,” Tarzan said, leaning in close until I was certain he would kiss me again. “That promise is still on the table, sweetheart.”
A thrill zipped up my spine. He brushed his knuckles against my cheek with a gleam in his eye. Then he pulled away and closed the door, circling around to the driver’s side.
On a Sunday evening, the Old Spruce Pub hummed with activity. Tarzan and I had a table tucked into the corner, private and cozy. When we were seated, browsing our menus, he reached over, grabbed the leg of my chair, and slid me closer until we were pressed thigh to thigh.
“That’s better.” He swept a lock of my hair aside and brushed a kiss to my neck. A shiver rippled down my spine as my eyes fluttered closed. “Can’t stand it when you’re seated on the other side of the table. It’s too far away.”
“Then why don’t we cut to the chase?” I offered. “I could sit in your lap instead.”
Tarzan arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
I propped my elbow on the table and leaned in, knowing the position would plump up my cleavage even more. Sure enough, Tarzan’s gaze dropped to my breasts and his breath hitched.
“Do you really want me to stop tempting you?” I asked with a coy smile.
Tarzan cleared his throat and shook his head. He slipped a hand under the table, tugging at the front of his pants for some relief.
“You’re a goddamn tease.”
Now it was my turn to kiss his neck. His skin was scorching hot against my lips, and his masculine cologne filled my lungs when I breathed him in.
“I enjoy seeing a big guy like you so turned on that he can’t think straight.”
“Fuck,” Tarzan exhaled. Before he could say anything more, his phone rang. He grimaced apologetically. “Hold that thought.”
Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he glanced at the screen with annoyance. Then he shook his head, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
“Pesky little brothers have a knack for knowing when to interrupt at the worst possible moment.”
I laughed. “It’s Teddy, right? When do I get to meet him?”
“Later. I’m not sharing you tonight.”
I liked the sound of that. When I started to reply, Tarzan’s phone rang again. He closed his eyes and heaved a tired sigh.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
But this time when he pulled out his phone, a shadow of concern darkened his eyes. He answered it quickly.
“What’s wrong?”
I heard a muffled male voice on the other end of the line, too indistinct to make out. But his response was short and to the point. Then Tarzan was on his feet, grabbing my hand.
“We have to go,” he said. “Now.”
