Just because it all felt big and obvious and real to her.
She blinked and watched as he helped Hank up into his truck, her heart squeezing.
And then, once in the privacy of her own car, safely distant from her family, she started to tremble.
They were going to have sex.
She didn’t know any other man the way she knew Remy. She knew him better than she knew almost anyone else. They hadbeen part of each other’s lives for years. She had literally lived with him.
She wanted him.
She fantasized about him. She burned for him.
She also realized she hadn’t established where they were going. But before she could pick up her phone to call him, he called her.
“We are obviously going to my house. I am not having sex in the presence of a raccoon.”
She laughed. Because honestly, that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever said. “My bedroom has a working door.”
“Raccoons have hands.”
“The door has a lock. Anyway, he can’t reach the doorknob.”
“What about if he put his hand under the door where I could see it and flexed his little raccoon fingers?”
Pascal had done that before. “I can’t make any promises one way or the other.”
“The sex is happening in my house.”
“Well. Okay.”
Neither of them said anything for a moment. “What do you think you like?” He asked that question all throaty and low. And it took her off guard.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had sex before, remember.”
“Yeah, but you must have fantasized.”
About you, idiot.
“Your kiss was better than any kiss I’ve ever had. I feel like I just . . . Go with that and you’ll probably be pretty set.”
“It’s a good thought. But I want to know. Fast, slow. Rough?”
“All of the above?”
She was sweaty. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might actually pass out.
She was grateful when they pulled up to his house and it was finally . . . time.
She put her car in park, turned off the engine and nearly tumbled right out.
But as soon as her shoe hit the gravel, she looked up and saw that he was there.
Like Prince Charming in a cowboy hat. He reached his hand out, and she took it. The gesture was so much more loaded than any other contact they’d ever had. It was different.
Her heart squeezed tight.
“Are you good?”
