Georgie and her quick mouth.
Fuck, he dug this woman.
To share that, he brushed a kiss on her lips, let her go,and finally went and poured them both some joe.
Dutch drove them home from the fancy-dinner part oftheir marathon date mildly pissed.
And since he was, he got into that.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Mm,” she hummed.
“Mm?”he asked.
“Ididtell you,” she reminded him.
“No man likes a tease.”
She let out a giggle he’d never heard before, it wasfeminine and hot, and he became less mildly pissed and more just straight-uppissed.
“It’s not about the tease,” she educated.“It’s delayedgratification which I’ll remind youagainwasyouridea.”
“That right there,” he stated.“Retaliation.”
She said nothing.
He remembered their conversation of the night before.
“Cerebral and long-lasting,” he grunted.
She giggled again and he got why he felt that in his dick.
Because it was the auditory sound of her got-your-cock look.
She slid a hand on his thigh, stopping way too close to hiscock, and told him, “We’re almost home.So your torture is almost over.And sois mine.”
Torture was a good word for it.
Her.
In that red dress.
Short, mid-thigh, fitted skirt.Sleeves that came down tojust under her elbow.
All that relatively modest.
It was the cleavage.
A scalloped, semi-wide v-line that went all the way down toher midriff.
You could see a lot full-on, but if you caught a view fromthe side.
Fuck.
Which meant her gorgeous tits had been in his face allnight.
He didn’t even taste his steak.
