“Don’t think you can take a succession of girls out into the side alley anymore.”
He scoffs. “How many chicks have you seen me take out there during the last two weeks?”
I’m about to scoff back at him when it hits me—I haven’t. And the one time I thought I had, he’d been helping the girl with her date.
“Huh.” That’s kind of knocked me sideways. “Okay, then.”
“You’re gonna pay for that later.”
I probably will, and I’m definitely not complaining. But I’m not letting him get away with it completely. “All right, so you don’t shit in your own backyard.”Except with me.I try and keep a straight face. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t been getting it somewhere else.”
“I should’ve. But guess what—I was waiting for you to come to your senses.”
He’s laughing at me, and even though I smile back, inside I’m reeling. He seriously went without sex for two weeks because he wantedme?
Sure, he could be lying, but there’s no reason why he would. I’m here with him, and I’m not going anywhere, and he knows that.
I tug his head forward until our breath mingles. “Good thing I was worth waiting for.”
“You have no idea.” His kiss is hot and tender, which shouldn’t even be possible. But nothing with Gage should be possible. My eyes drift shut, and I trail my palm over his jaw, his stubble chafing my hand, and his fingers are warm and firm against my waist.
I shift on his lap, and his erection brands me with rigid heat. I grin at the image, and he pulls back just enough to break our kiss.
“Something funny?’ His voice is raw and sexy, and I wriggle again, just to torture him a little more.
“I was just thinking that your cock is like a rod of iron.”
The expression on his face is priceless, and I can’t help a little snort of laughter. Obviously, no one’s ever told him that before, but since I’ve never said anything like that in the past, I guess we’re even.
“Is that the kind of stuff you put in your books?”
“Ha ha. That would be a no.”
He hauls me even closer, his hand on my thigh, just skimming the hem of my skirt. “Are you using me for research?”
“Would you mind if I did?”
“Hell, no.” His smile is lethal and makes me wet and needy. How long before we can leave? “You got a website or something?”
I blink, disorientated. Weren’t we just talking about sexy times? “A website?”
“Yeah. For your books. I looked you up and couldn’t find anything.”
Helooked me up?My stomach flips, and I press my thighs together in the vain hope that’ll help my thinking process. All it does is make me need him more than ever.
And then, through the thud of desire, I understand what he means.
Nerves spike through my chest.Just tell him.Not that I want to have the big conversation right now, but at least it’ll plant a seed in his mind…won’t it?
“I, uh, write under another name.”That’s pathetic.
His fingers are stroking my thigh, but surprisingly he’s not sliding higher to grab my ass, and it’s not because we’d be thrown out if he did. There are a few couples who’re making out so heavily they need to get a room.
“What name? Amy?”
My courage fails, and I sit up and rescue my purse. “Yes. Do you want a card?” I whip one out before he can answer, and thrust it at him without looking at his face. My heart’s hammering so hard it’s hurting my ribs.
“Amy Crane?” There’s no hint that Crane means anything to him.
