“You haven’t.” I take a step closer. “And I’d like to keep seeing you, too.”
What about keeping things platonic,the logical voice reminds.Taking things slowly? Getting your life back on track first?
Shut up,my heart snaps.After the crap I’ve been through, I deserve something good. And being with Webb makes me happier than anything else in my life right now.
Webb pulls me closer. His gaze burns into mine. “Good,” he says roughly. “Next time, I’ll take you on a real date. One where it’s just the two of us.”
“I’d like that. But… I like getting to see this part of your life, too.”
He releases one of my hands so he can cup my face. His thumb strokes across my cheek. “Noelle. I get the feeling you want to take things slowly. And that’s fine. But there are things I want to do…”
My breath catches. Desire pulses at my core. The attraction I’ve felt towards Webb from the start flares hot, setting my body on fire.
“If I do something you don’t like,” he continues, “or it’s too fast?—”
There’s something so endearing about this confident man letting himself be vulnerable with me. And it has me moving closer yet, so our bodies are only inches apart. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Webb’s hand moves to the back of my head. His gaze is dark and hungry as he lowers his lips to mine. When he’s only a whisper away, he says quietly, “I’ve been thinking about doing this since the day I met you.”
I whisper back, “Me too.”
We both go quiet, the hum of crickets a chorus around us.
My pulse flutters madly.
Then we kiss.
At first, it’s gentle. Just the lightest press of his lips against mine. Like he’s giving me a chance to get used to it, or to change my mind.
But I won’t change my mind.
And I want more.
I want to taste him. I want to know how Webb kisses when he’s not holding back. I want to feel the banked desire I can see burning in his gaze.
I want to feel his body flush against mine, with his arms wrapped around me and his arousal jutting into my belly.
I want to know how his muscles feel after weeks of fantasizing about them.
So I grab hold of his shoulders and rise up on my toes, then kiss him harder.
Webb groans.
While he tilts my head back with one hand, he places the other at the small of my back. Then he drags me against him as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
An ache builds inside me; a desperate emptiness only Webb can fill.
Our tongues lash together as the kiss grows more passionate. Our teeth clack. Just like I imagined, Webb’s erection juts hard and thick against my belly. My core squeezes in anticipation.
Not that we’re going to have sex right now. Not when it’s only our second date. Not where his friends could come looking for us at any moment. And not when an inadvertent brush against a nearby tree could give me a very itchy and unsexy rash.
But I’ve never,everwanted another man like this. Not even close.
A needy sound works its way up my throat, and I rub my sensitive nipples against Webb’s very impressive chest, which is just as firm as I thought it would be.
He groans again. His erection throbs.
God, I want him.
