I shake my head. “No, I mean. The way I was with you that night…” I bite my lip. I hate when people drag things out so, I force myself to spit it out.
“I don’t have one-night stands. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. If I’d known there was even a chance I wouldn’t have—”
“What? Let me eat you through your panties?” he says in a voice so low and silky it makes me cross my legs to try and create some friction discretely.
“Exactly,” I agree.
“Or try to tear my clothes off?”
I nudge his arm in protest. “I did not.”
“Oh, the scratches on my chest and hips are evidence that you, in fact, did.” He grins.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I giggle and then slap a hand over my mouth in surprise at the weird giddiness in my gut where my embarrassment and regret should be.
“I’ve never had a one-night stand, either, Sin.”
“So why me?” It shouldn’t matter, but it does. I have to know.
“I didn’t want the night to end. I’d do it again. I have not a single regret that we met.”
Heat spreads from my chest up my neck and into my face. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ears. “I’m glad to hear that. Me neither.”
“I’m glad.” He pulls into my parents’ driveway, throws the car into park and turns so he’s facing me. “Friends?”
“Yes, absolutely.” I’m relieved as I shake his hand and ignore the way my palm tingles even after I let go
He opens the door and then hesitates. “Are we going to tell your family we met before today?”
Horror makes my eyes wide. “No, no, no. You’ve seen how rabid my mother is about us being single? If she thinks there’s a small chance of something between us, she’ll start planning. Next thing you know, you’ll be bringing a box of Schnapps to my dad and ring shopping.” I wrap my hands around my throat and stick my tongue out to mime choking myself.
He snorts a laugh. “Say less. What happened in April stays between us.”
“Deal.” I stick my hand out for his to shake.
“Deal.” He mimics the gesture but crooks his pinky finger.
I smirk. “You want a pinky promise?”
“We’re still getting to know each other. I need the reassurance that you’ll keep your word.” He winks and wiggles his pinky.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes but can’t fight my smile and wrap my finger around his and tighten it.
The brief brush of skin on skin sends little sparks of awareness up my arm. My heartbeat picks up. I tug my finger to free it, but he tightens his to hold me.
“What are you doing, weirdo?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light.
“Just savoring how good it feels to touch you one last time.”
I look up from our hands to find his gaze still trained on our fingers.
I have to swallow before I can speak “One last time?” My voice ishushed.
He looks up at me and the humor that’s been dancing on his face since we started talking is gone. His eyes are bright and intent on my face. “You understand why this is the most of you I trust myself to touch?” He uncurls his finger from mine.
I shove my hand into my pocket and trace the tingling skin around the knuckle he’d had in his grasp.
He places a hand on my jaw where it meets my throat and pins me in place with his smoldering dark eyes, making it impossible for me to deny him.
