“Oh, that was...” I grimaced. “Did Gina tell you about that?”
Still arm in arm, we entered the building and I reset the alarm behind us. An hour later, after a glass of wine and some lighthearted conversation, Ally was curled up on the sofa.
I crawled into my bed. My big, quiet, lonely bed.
This was the most time Kyle and I had spent apart since meeting, and the second night in a row I’d spent withouthim. He was giving me space, which I appreciated. But I also missed him. I texted to ask whether he was still awake. My phone rang thirty seconds later.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, yourself.” His voice was low and sexy. A little bit sleepy. I pictured him lying in his bed, naked, his hair tousled. “Did you have a good evening?”
“Very good. But now I’m in my bed and I’m so lonely.”
“Someone sounds horny. Did you call me for phone sex?”
He wasn’t wrong about my affliction, but I blushed at his suggestion.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“I’m kidding,” he said. “And I’m happy to hear your voice, even if it isn’t telling me how wet you get when you think about my big, hard cock.”
Need shot straight through my body and throbbed in my clit. And now I was both thinking about his big, hard cock and getting wet. I wondered what other dirty things he would say if I took him up on his offer.
I shook my hands and blew out a long breath. “Behave yourself. I called for an entirely different reason.” Sort of. “A few days ago, someone mentioned something about a first date. If you’re still interested, I thought we might make that official. I happen to be free tomorrow night if you are.”
“Tomorrow night. Hmm.”
I hadn’t considered the fact that he might be busy. My happy mood dampened when I realized I might have to wait longer to see him.
“It’s kind of short notice,” he continued. “I had plans to wash my hair. And Bella and I were going to start binge-watching a new TV show.”
I grinned. “Smartass. Are you interested in going on a date with me or not?”
“Totally interested. Beyond interested. Just tell me when to pick you up and where you’d like me to take you, unless you want me to plan it.”
That sounded intriguing, but we could save that for our second date. “Six p.m., but we’ll be staying here. I’ll order take-out from Giovanni’s.”
“Pulling out all the stops. Are you trying to get into my pants?” He dropped his voice to a sexy whisper. “Please tell me you’re trying to get into my pants.”
“Always,” I whispered back.
He wooted. “And what can I bring to this date, other than my big, hard?—”
“You can bring that last bottle of wine from your wine cellar.”
“That bottle is no longer a lonely only. I bought a whole case earlier today.”
“Did you? Expecting company?”
“Always,” he said.
If I didn’t hang up soon, I was going to ask him to tell me more about his big, hard...
“Good night, hero,” I whispered.
“Goodnight, gorgeous.”
After we hung up, I tried in vain to fall asleep. Despite how silly it sounded even to me, I was excited that Kyle and I were officially dating. I tossed and turned and tangled myself in my sheets as I thought about the way our happy evening would end. I had no doubt my first date with Kyle would be the hottest one of my life.
