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“I was,” I admitted. “But in my defense, it looks really, really good in the pants.”
He snorted and turned even more, leaning his shoulder against the door jamb now.
That was when I continued to look my fill. Only this time instead of staring at his ass, I was staring at his cock. His rather engorged cock that looked quite a bit bigger than when I was looking at it earlier.
“It’s my body’s automatic response…” he said as he saw where I was looking.
“To what?” I asked breathlessly.
“You.”
My eyes jerked up to meet his.
That was when I had a decision to make.
We’d been playing this cat and mouse game for weeks.
He’d spent a lot of time with me. He’d touched me—but all innocently.
He’d tuck my hair behind my ear, or press his index finger to my nose when I said something cute that he liked. Or hell, sometimes he even put a finger underneath my chin to bring my attention to his eyes instead of just calling for my attention.
That was one of my favorite things that he did.
But, needless to say, all the innocent touches had started doing things to my body that I’d never felt before.
In my youth, I had most certainly not been a saint. I’d done a lot of things. I’d even had sex—once. Once when I was tipsy when I was twenty. It sucked, and I’d never done it again.
So yes, I wasn’t a complete novice when it came to sex. But what I was a novice to was the feelings that the man so casually leaning against the doorway invoked in me.
He made me feel more things with just a single caress of his finger than others did by sticking their hands in my pants.
I licked my lips, and his eyes went darker.
“I…” I licked my lips again, then swallowed hard. “I want nothing more than to, ummm…” I couldn’t make myself say the words.
And he didn’t make it easier for me, either.
I would’ve thought he’d put me out of my misery by now, but he just waited patiently for the words to come out.
“You want nothing more than what?” he pushed.
I allowed my eyes to slip down his body.
“Every single woman that sees you in this uniform is going to want to do you…like I do,” I blurted out.
And since I was looking at his cock, I saw that it jerked.
I closed my eyes and prayed that the ground would swallow me whole.
I wanted the man. Boy, did I want the man.
But I was inexperienced in the sex game when it came to seducing men with words.
All my knowledge was from horny teenagers that didn’t take much convincing. Not from men that looked like Pace.
Speaking of men that looked like Pace, I opened my eyes and was about to tell him how I really felt, but when I opened them, I found that he was standing so close that all I could see was the wall of his chest.
I gulped and looked up to find him staring down at me. Close, but not touching.
And his eyes were on fire.
I moved closer, my lips barely an inch away from his, when his phone rang.
He cursed.
“I forgot that I have to go to some stupid painting with a twist thing tonight,” he grumbled. “Captain Morgan is making us go. It’s mandatory.”
Disappointment surged through me.
“We can’t even go out to dinner?” I asked sadly.
His finger trailed along the length of my cheekbone before he curled that finger around my cheek and tilted my head up once again to force me to meet his eyes.
“Dinner if we eat quick,” he agreed. “I have to be there in an hour and a half.”
“I can eat a quick dinner,” I teased.
His eyes were alight with humor as he said, “A quick dinner with you is better than anything.”
***
I still felt raw in places.
I wanted nothing more than to close the distance he’d put between us as we sat at the restaurant ten minutes later.
Even more, I wanted to crawl into his lap and straddle him while I kissed the hell out of him.
But, alas, I chickened out.
I did inch closer and closer to him in the booth, though.
That was only after I complained about the bench on the other side being lopsided—which it had been.
Now I was nibbling on a roll and contemplating what he would do if I just leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder.
I put the roll down on the plate and decided, fuck it.
I was going to do it.
Sighing loudly, I leaned over and rested almost my entire upper body against him.
He stiffened in surprise, and I berated myself as I pulled away.
But before I could get too far—or even off of him completely—he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tighter into him.
