They gave my dogs some goodbye head pats and slipped out the door, leaving me and Hank—and my meddlesome dogs—alone.
“So?” Hank said. “What do you think?”
“I think…you can kiss me again,” I said slowly. He leaned in eagerly, and I pressed a hand to his chest. “But just a kiss. Maverick is right about taking things slow. You’ve never been with a guy before. I need to know this is something you really want.”
“It is,” he said without missing a beat.
I smiled faintly, flutters spreading through my stomach. “Kiss me, and then take me on a date like you would have if you’d wanted me for your match. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”
“Anything you want.”
Hank swept me into his arms and lowered his mouth to mine, teasing at my lips with his tongue until I gasped, then sweeping in to claim my mouth thoroughly.
I was pulled onto my tiptoes, his right arm a hard bar across my upper back, his muscular thigh pressed between my legs, lifting until I was riding the man.
I moaned, clutching him tighter, as he gave me more than I ever could have dreamed in one fiery kiss.
This was not the sweet, friendly Hank I’d gotten to know over the past six weeks. This Hank was lava hot. He swept in and took charge with a sexy confidence that did it for me at every level.
When we broke for breath, my head spun and my cock throbbed in my pajamas.
Hank glanced down between us, surely seeing the way my cock distended my pajama pants. He’d surely felt me grinding on his thigh during the kiss.
My face heated, even as unease trickled through me. If he changed his mind, if he couldn’t handle dick…
“Fuck, you’re making it hard to keep my word,” he rasped. “I want to take you to bed and let you rub your body all over me. Every inch.”
He licked his lips, and my hips bucked once more of their own volition, before I forced myself to scramble off his thigh and put some space between us.
I sucked in a few breaths.
Tramp chuffed in question. Lady had long ago lost interest and wandered to her bed.
“That was an…impressive kiss.”
He chuckled. “Life-changing for me.”
I studied him, but he wasn’t showing any signs of regret or hesitation. “Maybe we can do it again after that date? See if you still feel the same.”
“I’m not going to change my mind. This…” He waved a hand between us. “It’s more than physical. That’s why it took me a while to figure out. We just clicked.”
“We did,” I said softly.
“From day one, from the very first text, you were exactly right for me. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
“You don’t owe me any apologies,” I said. “Just take me on a date, and we’ll call it even.”
“I’d love to take you out,” he said. “I, uh, better go now though if you want to go slow. I’m all worked up.”
He adjusted his erection in his jeans, sending a flare of heat through me.
“Y-yeah,” I said, wondering why I was torturing us both, but certain there was a good reason that I just couldn’t remember. “Call me tomorrow?”
“I will.” He turned toward the door, then stopped and looked back. “About that other match…”
“I canceled the date. I just couldn’t bring myself to go.”
His eyes met mine. “Because of me?”
