Her eyes fluttered open."It's very good.Thank you for cooking for me."
Warmth bloomed in my chest."You're welcome."
To keep my mind off her body and those red lips, I asked, "How was business today?"
"Steady.I still want to encourage more groups to use the space.But that will come naturally once I expand."
Once the work was done, I wouldn't see her every day.Would that mean the end of us?I was getting ahead of myself.This was my second chance at a first date."This is nothing like our first date would have been."
"Had you planned to take me anywhere?Or did you decide from the start that it wasn't going to happen?"Pain crossed her face, and she shook her head."Never mind."
"I had plans for us that night.I was going to take you to a movie and then ice cream.I was nervous about kissing you.”
She tipped her head to the side."But we'd already kissed."
"There's more pressure at the end of the night.Would your parents be watching?"
"That sounds like it would have been a nice first date."
"I wish I'd taken you out back then."
Her brows stitched."We might not be here now though.And maybe this is our time."
"I like that."I liked everything about tonight.The way she'd been unsure about her outfit, worried it was too much.That she'd taken the time to dress up.That she wanted to look sexy.
She was doing everything right and setting things up as if she wanted me.And that was a heady feeling.
We finished eating, talking about different date options.She mentioned that she liked going out to dinner because she didn't do it often as a single woman.But that she also liked exploring things in the area: hiking trails, museums, and festivals.It was just like Ford had said.We'd get to know each other, and I'd know what she wanted for future dates.
I intended to do all of it.I wanted to be the man she deserved.When she finished eating, I refilled her wine glass, and we talked about our businesses for a bit longer.It was actually nice to talk to someone who was interested in the same things I was.We sold very different things, but the business-owner stress was similar.We both wanted our businesses to be successful.
I stood to clean up the dishes, and when she rose, I said, "No.Sit.I want to take care of you."
Her breath caught."Thank you."
I cleaned the plates, pots, and pans.When I was done, I asked, "Do you want to watch a movie?"
I hadn't thought this far ahead, and I'd been wanting to remove those clothes since she arrived.
Instead of answering, her hand curled around my neck, and she pulled my lips down to meet hers.This time, there was no holding back.My tongue swept into her mouth, and I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs.
She tasted like wine and butter, and I wanted to devour her.
I carried her upstairs to my bedroom and lowered her to the comforter.She watched me as I removed my shirt and unbuckled my jeans to ease the pressure against my dick.Then I set one knee on the bed and moved over her.With a hand braced by her head, I kissed her, slowly and deeply.
I never wanted this moment to stop.I wanted it to go on and on forever.Her hands moved over my chest, pressing her palm against my heart, pausing.
Could she feel how hard my heart was beating?
The moment was heated, but there was a tenderness for her curling around my chest.I wanted more than her body.I wanted to possess her heart too.I wanted her mind consumed with thoughts of me.
When she read a sexy scene in a book, I wanted her to imagine she was with me.I wanted so much more.
When her hand drifted lower and she cupped my dick through my jeans, I stilled."Not yet."
Her eyes narrowed.
I lifted her top and tank to find her bare.No bra separated me from her tits.I cupped one, and sucked on the other, pressing my dick against her center.
