On the porch, she turned to look up at me. “Thank you again for a wonderful evening.” A banked fire blazed in the depths of her blue eyes, warming my insides.
I bit back a groan. All I wanted was to sink into the pillowy softness of her body.
I’d have to settle for her lips.
Grasping her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I tilted her face up, then leaned down. “I’m glad we could find the time. I promise to do better about that. Finding time for you, I mean. I want this to work.”
That fire in her eyes grew, no longer banked. “Me too.”
Unable to resist her any longer, I closed the distance between us and kissed her. Long and deep, hopefully showing her I meant what I said.
Her hands came up to rest on my chest, curling into my shirt. When she moaned and pressed her body to mine, I gentled the kiss and lifted my head.
“Do you want to come in?” Her voice, low and sultry, threatened to destroy any willpower I had left.
Somehow, I held on and shook my head. “Not tonight. I want to do this right. Court you a little first before we take that step again.”
She pouted but didn’t argue. “Fine,” she said with a sigh. Standing on her toes, she whispered another kiss over my lips. “But I hope you dream about me all night and all the wicked things we did together.”
A groan ripped from my throat. “You’re evil.” Already, images of our night together played on a reel through my mind.
She laughed, low and wicked. “Maybe a little.” Taking a step back, she eased toward the door. “Goodnight, Luke.”
Swallowing around the lump of need in my throat, I responded. “Goodnight, Mina. Sweet dreams.” I knew mine would be.
Very sweet, indeed.
