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“Then why are your knuckles white? Does that steering wheel owe you money?”
I blink toward the steering wheel, and sure enough, I’m gripping it like it’s a flight risk.
Her grip on my arm pulses. “Babe, listen to me for a second.”
I shake my hands, forcing them to relax, and focus on her.
“If you don’t want to go, we can stay. I won’t even pout. It’s understandable to be concerned.”
“But you’ve been looking forward to this. You don’t have many friends down here and have been cooped up with me and my mom all week.”
She runs the back of her knuckles over my cheek. “You need a night out as badly as I do. But it won’t be fun if you’re worried the whole time. I understand how important she is to you, and if you want more time to get comfortable with Kate, that’s fine. We can try again next week.”
Carefully, I search her expression for signs to indicate she’s putting on an act.
I see none.
Her smile turns naughty when she adds, “And staying cooped up with you won’t ever be a bad thing,sir.”
She’s been edging me with that shit all week. Despite my absurd request for her to call me that in the bedroom, she’s yet to do it. However, she’s taken to doing it outside the bedroom occasionally. She enjoys getting me fired up and denying me a little.
Teasing me like I do her. But she’ll come around. I’ll win eventually.
And her resistance will make the payoff sweeter.
See my lesson above on finding the silver lining.
I kiss the back of her hand gallantly. “Thanks, tiger. I want to go. You’re right. We could use a night with friends. No drama.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll check on her via the app and call Kate for updates.”
“If you change your mind once we’re there, we can leave. No questions asked.”
Somewhere in the last few moments, we’ve drifted closer. Our lips are only inches apart.
“You trying to earn a reward or something?”
“No rewards. Only you.”
“Some might say Iamthe reward,” I jest, moving closer yet.
“Then some would be right.”
She removes the last inch, kissing me delicately. My hand goes to her nape so I can hold her close. I don’t want to let her go until I soothe some of this ache. Like a junkie, I need a fix.
Her tongue tentatively licks the seam of my mouth. Not demanding entrance but requesting it. I open for her, welcoming the tip of her tongue between my lips and drawing a quiet whimper.
The kiss isn’t hurried or frantic. It’s simply tender and loving.
Loving.
Love.
It’s too soon. I know it is.
But I feel it. Bubbling up and threatening to break free.
