My fork frozen midair, I give that some thought. “But we worked through the issues.”
“I suppose we did, in a way.”
I set my fork down, lean a little closer because she is so much fun to play with. “I guess the road trip helped you work through your little issue.”
“Fine, I’ll bite. What’s my little issue?”
“The way you want my dick.”
She tosses her napkin at me. “Shut up.”
I catch it easily. “Oh, my bad. I meant the way you want my dick all the time.”
“You’re the worst.”
“The way you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life? Is that better?”
“You’re in trouble.”
“Fine, fine. I guess you don’t want it. I don’t have to give it to you again then.”
She crosses her arms. “Good. I don’t want it anymore.”
I blow out a long sigh. “Such a shame. I had so much planned for you with it.”
She smirks, then takes a breath, like she’s gearing up to say something hard. “Because I want your tongue.”
My brain stalls. It just stops working for a white-hot second or fifty. As I absorb everything she’s saying, then devise a brand-new game plan—one that consists of two words.
“Check, please!”
But she shakes her head. “Tonight. I need to get some work done before my meeting.”
“Like I can wait.”
“Good things come to those who do,” she says, and holy fuck. Who knew she was so flirty, so dirty?
“I’m going to be so fucking good at waiting today,” I say, then before it gets too heated here in the diner, I gesture to the bag within the bag. “What do you want to do next? On the list?”
I’m avoiding number five. It scares the hell out of me. Maybe she is too. Because she says, “Three or four.”
I study the list, peering closely at those two again, even though I’ve memorized the list already.
3. Camp under the stars
4. Make breakfast together and clean it up
“I think we could easily do number four back in the city after this road game. The one about making breakfast together in the morning.”
Her shoulders tense. “Okay.”
Not sure why that stresses her out, but I’ve got a feeling, seeing as how I woke up this morning to her dressed and ready to go. “You don’t like waking up next to someone.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay. I just like to brush my teeth and, you know, freshen up.”
I could tell her she doesn’t need to worry about that with me, that I find her sexy with dragon breath, but that’s not what she needs to hear. “Then we’ll make sure you get to do that.”
Her smile is one of relief, then she moves on. “But I don’t know how the hell we’re going to do number three. Camping under the stars?”
