Gavin’s cheeks got that cherry tomato red again.
“What did she say?” Molly pulled at his arm. “You have to tell me since I’m your date and I need to be appropriately dismayed at the information you give me.”
“She didn’t say anything bad.” Gavin rolled his eyes way too dramatically. “She just mentioned she remembered me.”
“When? I was with you the whole night!”
“You and Rachel disappeared a few times.” He pursed his lips. “But nothing happened. I made it clear that I was with you.”
“You had to make it clear?” Molly’s jaw dropped. She pushed it back up.
He nodded, and he chuckled, looking at her like he was happy she was there sitting beside him.
“I can’t believe she made the moves on you.” She chucked him on the shoulder. “Stud.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think I should tell Dave it happened.”
“Let him sort it out himself?”
He nodded. “I guess. Is that what the dating guru recommends?”
Hmm. Well, perhaps… “I could always tell Rachel. She could tell Travis. He could tell Dave?”
“That’s not a bad idea…” Gavin leaned in, nuzzling her nose with his. “Maybe we do that after.”
“After what?”
“This.” He pressed his lips to hers. Did a little unexpected swoop of the tongue thing.
Oh, that was nice.
Intimate and nice and…oh boy, did he kiss her. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, moving on top of her to kiss her even more thoroughly.
Tonight was theirs. She’d deal with tomorrow later.
So she kissed him back. Full mouth, a dash of tongue, until they were both breathing heavy.
“Let’s ignore that it happened and you come over,” he said, his lips still near her mouth.
“I’m right here.” Since he was sort of on top of her—thanks to the brilliance of that kiss—and her hands were roaming anyway, she totally gave his tush a squeeze.
“I mean my house. Come over.” He pressed up a little so they were still awkwardly arranged on the bench seat. But she’d really never been so comfortable.
“Can I cook in your kitchen?” She freaking loved his kitchen and if she went to his house, maybe he’d let her bake something.
His expression turned from one of lust to one of obvious confusion. Eyebrows pulled together, lips parted, all the questions in his eyes. “You like my kitchen?”
“Uh-huh.” She gripped his lapels and pulled him back closer. Because she could, and she wanted to.
The hard length of his obvious erection pressed against her outer hip.
She paused. Holy crap. This was Gavin.
She was still Molly, last she’d checked. And this was very real, and he was very turned on, and…so was she.
“Come home with me. Stay for breakfast. Check out my toaster,” he said, the words gruff and lusty.
She laughed, deep and low in her chest. Rattling her lungs and the necklace she still wore. “That’s a come on.”
