“Because when I get you alone, lesson two starts.”
Chapter 7
Jordan
Natalie turns her head, eyes wide, lips parted, and the look on her face is enough to make me consider carrying her out of the restaurant over my shoulder.
I have enough restraint left to avoid it.
Barely.
“Lesson two,” she whispers.
“Yes.”
“Am I even remotely ready for this lesson?”
“No.”
Her throat moves. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then lower, to my hand under the table. She does not move away from me. She has not moved away once since I touched her in the booth, and that matters more than I want it to.
I slide my thumb once over the inside of her thigh. Her fingers tighten around her fork.
“Natalie.”
She looks up.
“Do you want me to end this and take you home?”
The question costs me more than it should. I want her in my bed. Under my hands. I want that black dress gone and her hair spread over white sheets while I find out every sound she makes when no one can hear but me.
Wanting a woman does not mean my restraint is gone.
Her brows knit. “Home?”
“Yes.”
“My apartment?”
“If that is what you want.”
Her lips part again, and for a moment she only stares at me. Then her eyes sharpen with something nervous and brave.
“What if I don’t?”
My cock hardens so fast I have to lock my jaw.
There she is, learning how to ask.
I lean closer, keeping my voice low. “Then tell me what you want.”
Pink climbs her throat. “I don’t know how to say it.”
“You start with the truth.”
Her fingers curl around the edge of the table, and she looks down for one second before forcing her gaze back to mine.
“I want to go with you. Wherever you want.”
