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Check.
He’d bought them all drinks and sent her a plate of the seasoned fries she liked as well. She and her friends sat in the corner booth and had a nice little visit. He had made certain they had everything they needed. And he’d paid for it all himself.
He’d kissed her before he got her in the car?
Check.
Fuck, he’d been so hungry for her he hadn’t been able to keep from kissing her like he was dying for her.
He’d been romantic about it?
Hell yes.
He loved the feel of her hair, so he’d slid his hand into it, along the side of her face in the way he knew she liked. He knew, because it always made her eyes a little darker, and her face flush with feminine need. And he’d started that kiss slow and easy while he’d held her on the dance floor.
Once he’d gotten her to his apartment had he offered her another drink? Check there too.
He’d even offered her a snack or a meal.
He’d turned on the music, danced with her again, easing her slowly into the deepest flames of the arousal that began to burn inside them. Just because he loved the feel of her against him. Loved the way she rubbed against him.
“Look, Casey, I just want to go home,” she informed him as she stepped to the door and gripped the knob. This time, he didn’t try to stop her. He wasn’t going to beg her. They weren’t kids. They were supposed to be adults. Adults didn’t play teenage games like this. At least, they shouldn’t.
“Fine, when you feel in the mood to tell me what’s wrong with you, then you know where to find me.”
“Of course I do.” He almost winced at the sound of her voice and the mockery that filled it. “Every night.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed with a tight nod. “I’ve never been hard to find. Made sure of it where you were concerned.”
That only seemed to piss her off worse. Her fingers tightened on the doorknob and for a moment he thought she just might actually say whatever the hell was on her mind. He was certain the adult in her was ready to give up the game and just be honest with him.
Then her lips thinned again; she stepped through the doorway and slammed the door closed behind her.
Casey winced at the sound of metal meeting metal.
She had slammed the door on him. Hell, he couldn’t believe it.
She might be more than just a little pissed.
She was pure female pissed with a healthy dose of “done had enough” when she slammed doors. Sheila wasn’t normally a door slammer.
It was cute as hell actually. It was even damned arousing, though the fact that he found it arousing confused him more than he understood.
Running his fingers through his hair again, Casey did his best to try to figure out what he’d done. The funny thing was, she hadn’t even hinted at being angry until she’d left the bathroom.
There was hurt in her eyes too.
He couldn’t figure out how he’d hurt her.
He was damned if he could figure any of it out.
Casey rubbed his chest before moving back to the bedroom, his gaze going over the bed critically before moving around the room as though there might be an answer there somewhere. Some way to figure out how he could have hurt her, or pissed her off.
She’d been just as hungry for him as he’d been for her when they had arrived at his apartment. Come to think of it, she had been just as eager for him as he was for her before they even left the bar.
It always amazed him how easily she matched his need. Kiss for kiss, touch for touch, pure sensual, sexua
l need driving them both to the brink of sanity.
