How did I get this lucky? And how is it I’d rather stand here on this sidewalk, freezing my ass off
with this woman, then be anywhere else? Though…
“I’m going to get you on a beach in Miami,” I tell her. “Think of it. Sun, sand, a sweet drink in
your hand.”
She drops her ear on my chest, smiling over the water. “Maybe I’d go on a plane for that. But
promise me I don’t have to sit next to anyone but you.”
I shudder, imagining the horror of security lineups and crowded waiting rooms. “Honey, I haven’t
been on a commercial flight in years. When you fly with me, you fly private. It’s a whole different
experience.”
She looks up at me, worry in her gaze. “On a tiny plane?”
“Nah, it’s not tiny,” I reassure her, wanting to wipe the worry off her face. “It’s got a bedroom.”
“A bedroom,” she whispers, gaze distant. I groan, realizing exactly where her mind has gone.
“Don’t do that to me, woman. We’re supposed to be having a nice date. And if you keep looking
like that, my pants are going to be too tight for me to walk in.”
“Too tight for you to—“ I see the moment she registers what I mean. And the pink flush that covers
her cheeks is completely kissable.
A stronger man would resist her. A stronger man would turn her towards the coffee shop and shift
the conversation to something benign.
But nothing about us is benign, and where she’s concerned, I’m not a strong man. So, taking her
chin in my cold fingers, I tilt her face up and do what I’ve been wanting to do all week. What those
pink cheeks are begging for.
That wide mouth of hers is a fucking dream. I breathe in her soft gasp and savor the way she leans
into me. That day on the mats, I was too stunned to really savor her. But I’ve had all week to dream of
her. To replay that all too brief moment over and over in my mind.
But none of it prepared me for how intoxicating she is.
Her hesitancy mixed with eagerness is better than any blue pill. I’m hard as a rock from a barely
there kiss. When I get this woman in bed, preferably before my dick is permanently blue, I can’t
imagine I’ll last more than a minute. She’s too amazing, and she tastes way too good. Maybe, if I kiss
her a lot, I can desensitize myself just a bit. Just enough to hold out and blow her fucking mind in bed.
Satisfied with my plan, the fear of biffing her introduction to sex soothed, I cover her mouth with
