“If I’m lucky.”
“Good. Because I’d like to spend more time with you. I haven’t seen you nearly enough since our date.”
“I was thinkin’ the same thing.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I was hopin’ to get you all to myself. Somewhere private.”
The soft rumble in his chest made her nipples tighten.
It didn’t surprise her that his hands remained on her hips, not roaming to other parts of her body where she would’ve preferred them. Holt had this gentleman routine down pat. It had been nice at first, but now Bailey was looking to take things to the next level.
She tried to help him by leaning forward and pressing against him. “Unless that’s not what you want.”
His fingertips pressed more firmly on her hips. “Oh, I want it all right.”
“Then why aren’t you takin’ it?”
“I’m trying to be good, little rabbit.”
“No one can be good all the time.” She flashed him a smile.
“Not even you?” he taunted.
“Not even me,” she confirmed as she slid her hand behind his neck and urged him down to kiss her.
Bailey was tired of being good. Good had never gotten her what she wanted. It had never made her so hot she thought she would catch fire. And it certainly hadn’t given her a chance to enact the fantasies that were plaguing her dreams. If being bad meant having incredible, mind-numbing orgasms, she wanted to be bad. And she was almost positive Holt was a master at delivering mind-numbing orgasms.
Plus, he made her feel safe enough to explore more of her wild side, so she figured she might as well.
“Careful,” he whispered against her mouth when she nipped his lower lip.
She heard the sexy warning in his tone, felt the flex and release of his fingers on her hips. “Or what?”
“A man’s restraint can only be stretched so far. And you, Bailey Weber, are a temptation far greater than any man can resist.”
When he said things like that, she wanted to climb him like a tree.
“What if I don’t want you to resist anymore?”
He pulled back and met her gaze. “Just say the word.”
Bailey swallowed. She was tempted. So very tempted, but at the same time, she was hesitant. It had nothing to do with Holt and everything to do with her residual feelings for Rafe. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. And since Holt told her he didn’t have a problem with her having feelings for Rafe, her crazy fantasies were becoming more intense. Sometimes to the point she wondered whether they could one day be real.
Which was obviously bananas. Bailey was not the sort of woman who could be with two men. People would think she’d lost her mind if anyone even learned she’d fantasized about it.
“Just know one thing.” Holt gripped her hips firmly and lifted her onto the countertop. He stepped between her legs and cupped her face. “When I have you, I don’t want you to have any reservations.”
Whennotif. He knew it was a foregone conclusion because it was. Bailey wanted to give herself to this man.
She slid her hands over his chest. “I don’t have any reservations. I know exactly what I want.”
“Right this moment, maybe.”
Not understanding, she tilted her head and tried to read between the lines.
“Rafe,” Holt said, as though she needed help filling in the blanks.
“What about him?”
“What happens when he learns about us? And he will. You told me yourself it’s a small town.”
