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“Best I’ve ever tasted,” he said, and the look on his face made it seem like he thought the company had something to do with it.
On the drive home I began to get nervous again. A guy who fucked instead of dated, probably didn’t have any sort of three-date rule. What if he expected to come upstairs and get it on right away?
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, but at the same time, I didn’t think I’d turn him away if he wanted to come in.
When he pulled in front of my apartment complex, I unbuckled my seatbelt so I could turn to him and ask, “Would you like to come inside?”
“Not tonight,” he said, and the fear I’d been feeling quickly turned to disappointment.
“I feel like we talked about me all night. I didn’t really get to learn anything about you.”
“Next time,” Cade said then reached over and pulled me across the bench seat so I was sitting flush against him. “If things go good between us, I’ll give you all of it, but for now, let’s keep things about you.”
My breath was coming in shallow pants at his nearness, the heat of his body seeping into mine, and it only got worse when he continued talking.
“We’ll have dinner, coffee, go to the movies, whatever. And eventually I’ll get my fists in all of this thick red hair.” His hand slid up my back, into my hair, cupping the back of my head. “And I’ll get to see those blue eyes go heavy with desire as I move abov
e you.” I felt my eyes getting heavy, just as he’d described, as he spoke, and my lips parted as I tried to remain focused. “Seeing that lush ass move as you walk down the street, full of attitude and fire, the way your face lights up when you’re laughing with your kids, and the way you felt, arms around my waist, tits against my back when I had you on my bike … Those are just some of the reasons I just became a man who dates.”
I struggled for breath and asked without thinking, “What are you doing to me?”
“A woman like you should be confident in her sexuality, not wondering where she stands, so I want you to know what I think about when I see you.”
“Mmmmm,” was all I managed, his dark eyes holding me hostage, then his gaze hit my lips and my tongue dashed out to wet them briefly.
That was the last thing I saw before I had the ability to do nothing but feel.
The combination of his soft lips and rasp of his beard sent waves of lust rolling through me upon contact. My mouth was already open, and he needed no invitation; he was there, claiming me as his own, and I was all too willing to submit.
I wanted to crawl into his lap, but I settled for shoving my hands in his curls and enjoying the soft feel against my fingertips. His hand was still at the back of my head, holding me in place as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. I felt a liquid fire in my belly as his tongue swept through my mouth, and I felt the whimper crawl up the back of my throat, not the least bit embarrassed when I emitted the sound.
If he wanted to be open and honest about the things he wanted to do to me, then he deserved to know that I’d gladly strip down and offer myself up like a buffet to him right now in the cab of his truck.
When he pulled back I bit back the urge to protest, instead bringing my hand to my lips, as if wanting to hold his kiss there.
“I’ll see ya,” Cade said, and his words would have caused worry if I didn’t see the massive bulge in his jeans, confirming that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“See ya,” I said, then I opened the door and fell out of the damn truck.
I’d had a couple of days to get over my embarrassing exit from Cade’s truck and now I was back to business as usual.
I hadn’t heard from him, but I wasn’t worried. I decided to take him at face value and trust him when he said he’s into me. That being said, I realized we weren’t going to have a typical relationship, so I wasn’t going to get worked up even though I hadn’t talked to him in a few days.
We both had lives, and I was sure when he had time, he’d get in touch.
After I’d stopped dying from embarrassment after our date, all wrapped up in a cocoon in my bed as if I were hiding or something, I’d realized that I didn’t know how to get ahold of him. I didn’t have his number, know where he lived, or where he worked, so the ball was very much in his court.
My kids were safely back in school, after a weekend RVing with their dad, and although Elin had fun, Elena said if she never went camping in that thing again, it would be too soon.
On my way out of Amy May’s this morning, steaming cup of java in my hand, I’d stopped in the middle of the street when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see Bea running after me, her uniform pressed and clean.
“Morning, Bea,” I hailed as I walked back to the sidewalk to meet her.
“Hey, Lila, I was hoping to catch up,” she said, not out of breath in the slightest.
Maybe I needed to work out with her…
“What’s up?” I asked. “Why didn’t you just shoot me a text.”
