“What ifyouchoose someone else?”
“That won’t happen.” I trace the path of one furrowed brow with a finger, and she shivers beneath my touch. “What else?”
“What if I’m not ready to choose after one date?” she asks. “What if I need more time?”
“Another bridge we’ll cross later,” I say. “Are you in?”
“All right.” Finally, she smiles. “I’m in.”
“Good. Text Nathaniel.”
Her mouth drops open.
“Come on. It’s not settled until it’s settled, woman.”
She takes out her phone but stares over her shoulder at me when I scooch in closer and place a hand on her back. “Do you really plan on hovering over my shoulder the entire time?”
“No.” I kiss her neck. “I plan ondistractingyou while you text him.”
“Not fair.” Her breath hitches as I pull down the sleeve of her shirt, sucking the skin below her neck. “Julian, I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that.”
“Keep typing, woman.”
A moan leaves her lips as my hand slips up her shirt. I keep my eyes on her screen as my teeth graze her skin. After making a frustrated noise, she quickly types out something I can’t make out before throwing her phone to the other end of the couch.
“There.” She whips the glasses off my face before her mouth closes on mine, hard and fast. I kiss her back with the same fervor, crawling on top of her until her back hits the cushion. When her phone chimes with a message, neither of us bothers stopping.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Her nose wrinkles in that adorable way of hers, but it doesn’t last long when I start unbuttoning her jeans. “You don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“We’re a little busy right now,” she says, lifting her hips to help me slide the fabric down her legs. “I’ll answer it later.”
“Now, Leticia.” I kiss my way up her thighs, never breaking eye contact. Her cheeks are flushed again, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“No,” she says, far too quickly, and a grin inches its way up my lips as I stare down at her. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Tell me what he said back.”
“He said he was hoping he’d hear from me again,” she says after finding her phone lodged between the cushion beside her head.
Jealousy heats my bloodstream as she continues to stare at her screen.
“Ohno. I sent him complete gibberish and didn’t see until now.”
“I bet he didn’t even notice.” I watch that flush spread down her neck as I smooth my hands up her bare thighs. A shiver racks her body, goose bumps erupting across her skin. “In fact, I bet he’s been waiting for you to text him all day.”
“No, seriously. What I sent didn’t make any sense.” She covers her face with a hand. “And he said, ‘I have no idea what any of thatmeans, but I was hoping I’d hear from you again. Should I call you an ambulance?’”
“Damn. He’s smooth.” I let out a low growl, determined to do better. “Leti, I’m going to dictate the next message you send him. Will that help?”
Her nod is desperate, face beet red, and she’s so fucking sweet it dispels the envy tightening my chest.
“Are you ready?”
She nods again.
“So sorry about that. I meant to ask if you’re free next Saturday.”
I wait until she starts typing to hook a finger beneath her panties. She lets out a gasp as I push away the fabric, her eyes shutting tight as that same finger drags a slow path up her slit. She’s already wet.
