“But I’m—”
“Nothing wrong,” Pocket insisted, his hand slipping beneath my matted hair. “Close your eyes,” he ordered.
“Why?”
His breath floated against my face. Warm and soothing. “Because if I am your first kiss, then I want you to remember it. So close your eyes.”
I did what he asked without hesitation, holding my breath as he moved me closer to him.
And then his lips were on mine, brushing against them like he was sipping an expensive wine. Over and over again, they moved against mine until I couldn’t help myself. My hand reached out to tangle in his dark hair. My lips parted under his as I sighed.
Now kissing was more my thing than drinking one thousand percent.
A moan slipped between our lips as his tongue finally touched mine. Tightening my grip on him, I pulled him further into my body and we fell down onto the mattress together. Our mouths were hungrily devouring each other. And it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I might not be drinking ever again, but this? Kissing I wanted to do every day.
Pocket knew how to make me feel like a woman, and he wasn’t pawing at me either. Part of me wanted him to, though. Underthe thin t-shirt, my nipples were so hard they ached. I wanted his hands on them desperately.
Greedily, I grabbed his hand and tugged it to my chest.
“No.” He pulled away slightly and his eyes bored down into mine. “We don’t need to rush.”
Frowning, I scooted up the bed. I had thought that all men wanted to move things on quickly. At least, that’s what I had been told, and here I was willing and squirming with a need I didn’t understand and he didn’t want to.
“You don’t want to?”
Pocket’s eyes flashed. “Oh, I want to, but I won’t.”
My heart sank. “Because I don’t have experience? Because I’m too young for you?”
That’s what he had said last night. That I was a kid.
“No. Because I want this to be a good experience for you. So we will go slow. You don’t even know me, really. Maybe after a few dates, you will dump my ass and move on to someone softer.” He ran his hand down my side and slid it under my tee. The feel of his fingers against my skin made me whimper. Pocket’s eyes flashed.
“You keep making noises like that and I’m going to forget I’m a gentleman.”
“You’re a gentleman?”
Throwing his head back, he boomed out a laugh. “Well, no, I’m not a gentleman, but I’m going to try to be one around you. Where would you like me to take you on our first date?”
“A date? I don’t know if I should. I mean—”
“Dinner then. You saved my life. The least I can do is take you to dinner. Somewhere nice because you deserve that.” He hovered over me. His lips were only inches from mine. “Can I take you out for dinner, Chloe?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I couldn’t keep wearing my housemate's clothes, and Ghost hadn’t been in touch with anyorders about what I should do next. In fact, he would drop dead on the spot if he found out what I had been up to.
“I said I would take you home to grab your things, and I will, but we need to wait a while before I can drive you.” Pocket’s dark eyes glittered. Moving his leg over mine, he shifted his weight on top of me. I could feel something hard against my leg and I shivered. He might be in boxers, but I could feel it. And it felt big.
“Why? Do you need to sober up?” I knew I had to get rid of this hangover before I tried travelling.
“No.” He chuckled. “I just want to spend some more time kissing you first.”
Chapter Ten
“Chloe!” The man who rushed out of the stone house and down the wide steps to envelop Chloe in a tight hug was so clean cut, sonormal, that he made my insides ache. “We were so worried. Some man called and said that you wouldn’t be coming back. He sounded so different to anyone we know and—” He stopped dead as I slid from behind the wheel of the car and straightened. The look of shock on his face was priceless, but it kind of made me wish I had brought my bike instead. That would have probably given him a heart attack.
“Ghost, I assume?” Shaking himself, he strode toward. His hand was outstretched. And it was my time to be shocked, not because he was offering to shake my hand, but because he had spoken to Ghost.
“No.” I closed my hand around his. His fingers and palm were smooth and silky, just like I knew they would be. This man in front of me had never done a day's hard graft in his life, and it showed. He probably worked behind a desk, in some swanky office. Glancing over at Chloe, I frowned. If these were the kind of men she was used to, then what the hell was she doing with aman like me? How had she ended up on Ghost’s radar in the first place?
