Page 57 of Never Let Go

“Yep. I’m hard enough for the both of us. Don’t worry about that.”

“You don’t mean—”

He laughed. “No, I didn’t mean that. Not right now anyway. You could probably change that pretty fast if you decided to come sit next to me, though.”

I flushed all the way to the roots of my hair. “We should probably eat some ice cream before it melts.”

“Fine, but if you spill some on yourself, just point me in the right direction and I’ll lick it off.”

My insides started bubbling with heat again and my trembling hands didn’t help when I started on the sundae. I ended up dripping some down the front of my top and on my chest, and when I squealed as the ice cold blobs melted, I suddenly became aware of his presence next to me.

“Here,” he murmured as he scooted in beside me. “I’ll lick it off. I was hoping this would happen. Reach for my head and put it where the ice cream is.”

Moving in a bit of a daze, I did what he’d said, slowly reaching out until my fingertips grazed his cheeks. I slid my fingers into his thick hair, guiding his head forward and down before I dropped my head back and let him lick me clean.

It was unlike anything I’d ever done before and so brazen I couldn’t believe I was doing it now, but as soon as his soft lips touched my collarbone, I decided that I should be brazen more often. His tongue darted out, feathering across my skin and making me moan as my hands tightened in his hair.

Before we could take it any further though, that infernal red light came on and I sighed. “Damn it.”

“Next time,” he murmured against my skin before finding my lips with his own and giving me a heated, hard kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, Amanda.”

“See you soon.”

After I left the dining area of the parlor and stepped back into the light, I darted into the bathroom to see chocolate syrup smeared all over my neck and even in my hair. So much for looking good!

I couldn’t bring myself to care, though. I could still feel his kisses on my skin and that was more than enough to make another shower worth it once I got home.

27

FOSTER

Hope slid into my office the next day at work and shut my door behind her. Her hands behind her butt, she leaned back against the door and gave me a wide smile. “So, date number four. How did it go?”

I laughed and motioned for her to come in. “It was amazing. Why are you acting like a kid who got caught doing something naughty, though?”

She scoffed. “I’m not! I just wasn’t sure if you’d welcome my prying. Porter said to ease up on you. According to him, your feelings are real and we need to give you space to work through them.”

“Of course he wants to give me space now,” I joked. “Feelings are involved. God forbid we have to talk about those.”

She chuckled and nodded hard as she crossed the room and dropped into the chair opposite mine. “You’re telling me. The guy is allergic to talking about those. I mean, I thought we’d made some strides when we were dating in the dark and then after, when we were going through that rough patch, but nope. He’s back to preferring showing over telling.”

I grimaced. “You two really need to stop giving me so much information.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a prude. We fell in love with the world watching. People ask us these questions all the time now and you don’t even need to ask.”

“Probably because I watched you fall in love long before the world did,” I said. “I also need to see you guys every day, which the rest of the world doesn’t, so spare me the details.”

She sighed like she was super disappointed in me, but then she smiled. “Fine. I thought it might make you feel more comfortable to give me details if I gave them first, but just because you don’t want details doesn’t mean I don’t want them. You’ve got to give me more than just that the date was amazing.”

I saved the document I’d been working on and leaned back in my chair. My eyebrow cocked as I looked at her. “What do you want to know?”

“How did it go? The fourth date is a big one. I’m sure you had the talk about seeing each other at the next one. Everyone does. So how did it go?”

I shrugged. “It went fine. She was a little bit nervous about the reveal, but I think I managed to make her feel better about it.”

“And you?” she asked. “Are you nervous?”

I snorted. “Why should I be? I’m hot.”