“Not really.”She’d dated, sure.But she’d never really had a fling.
“Romance is part of having a fling.”
“Who says?”
“I do.”He put his arms around her and pulled her close.
She stared into his eyes.Such a beautiful blue.Full of laughter at the moment.“You know what else is part of a fling?”he asked in his deep, sexy voice.
“I can guess.”
“Kissing.”And then he kissed her.
Yeah, those times before hadn’t been a fluke.Riley knew how to kiss.He knew how to make her heart flutter with a kiss.He took his time, his tongue sweeping her mouth, beckoning hers to dance with his.She couldn’t help but respond.Why was she trying not to respond, anyway?Wasn’t this something she’d always wanted?
It wasn’t a chaste kiss.His lips, his tongue, promised more.Much more.Her arms crept up around his neck as she leaned into the kiss.
Very slowly he lifted his mouth and smiled, looking deep into her eyes.Kissed her forehead and got up.“Want to come to the house tomorrow after work?”
She was still reeling from the kiss.How did he do that, make her want more, want everything with a simple kiss?
“You’re leaving?”
“Early day tomorrow.”
“Every day is early on a ranch.”
“True.Come to the ranch.My parents would love to see you.”
“Do they know about us?”
“What do you think?”
“Of course they do.They’re okay with it?”
“Yes, but it wouldn’t matter if they weren’t.I’m a grown man.They have no say in who I date.”
