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“Gracie, I meant when I said we can go at your pace. As long as I don’t make you uncomfortable or repulse you—”
“Not at all!” I insist. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Disappoint me?” Ken tugs me up so we’re standing face-to-face. One hand cups my cheek while the other slides down my back, keeping me close. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me, whenever you’re willing to give it. Not a moment sooner, okay?”
I nod, once again amazed by the man in front of me. He truly cares and is attentive. Ken smiles at me, then kisses my forehead before tossing a wad of cash on the table. He loops his arm around my waist, tucking me into his side as we walk out of the restaurant.
Once in the car, Ken holds my hand, lacing our fingers together. He asks me more about my shop, what I like to do in my free time, and who my friends are. I wish the car ride was longer, but I’m glad he’s respecting my wishes and not pressuring me for more.
The problem isn’t that I’m afraid of going further with him… I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop, and I’m not going to be the kind of girl who gives it up on the first date. Not that I’m judging those who do, but it’s not who I am.
Ken opens the car door and holds his hand out. I grab it and pull myself up, right into his arms. He holds me for a moment, our bodies pressed together as we breathe in tandem.
Far too soon, Ken steps back and leads me up the stairs of the flower shop to my front door. I fumble for my keys and Ken wraps his hand around mine, calming my nerves. He gently turns me toward him, and my eyes meet his rich brown ones.
“May I kiss you good night, Tinker Bell?” he murmurs into the shell of my ear.
“Tinker Bell?”
Ken chuckles, the low, soft sound traveling through me and making me clench my thighs together. “That first day in the flower shop, I saw your petite, curvy body surrounded by bright flowers. Framed by the glowing sun, you looked like a little pixie with blue eyes. My little pixie. My Tinker Bell.”
I gasp at his sweet words, then turn my head, pressing my lips against his.
I’m not sure what I’m doing, and I freeze at first, feeling foolish.
But then Ken groans, combing his fingers through my hair and tilting my head up to deepen the kiss. His lips move against mine, coaxing breathy whimpers from somewhere deep in my chest. He licks his way into my mouth, his tongue dragging against mine slowly, seductively, as if he’s savoring everything about this moment.
I fist his shirt, pulling him closer as I fall into everything he’s making me feel. Ken tightens his hold on my hair, angling me right where he needs me. His other hand slides up and down my curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
When his knuckles graze over my breast, I break our kiss and tip my head up to gasp for air. “Yes,” I breathe out, shamelessly pushing my chest out, asking for more.
“So damn sexy,” he groans, dipping his head to my neck. Ken kisses and nips his way up my slender column while both hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them and kneading my sensitive flesh through the fabric of my dress.
My knees shake with the intensity of his kiss, his touch, his obvious need for me. I can feel the solid thickness of his erection pressing against my stomach. I don’t even realize I’m grinding against it until Ken grunts and snaps his hips forward.
After what feels like forever and still not long enough, Ken breaks our kiss, resting his forehead on mine.
“Holy shit, Tink,” he says, breathless.
I grin at his name for me.
“Yeah, holy shit.” I laugh softly.
“You’re incredible, Gracie. I can’t wait to take you out again.”
“Yes, please!” I say enthusiastically.
Ken gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and then one on my forehead. “I have a few interviews lined up this week. I’m hoping one of them will stick, then my schedule will be wide open.”
I’m a little disappointed that we can’t go out again tomorrow night, but I know I’m being ridiculous and clingy. Of course he has a career, and a demanding one at that.
“I’d love that,” I say as I unlock my door. Turning to face Ken, I give him a bright smile, which he returns.
“Sweet dreams, Tinker Bell.”
I blush and nod, then close the door before I pull him inside and beg him to kiss me again. I think my dreams are going to be steamy instead of sweet, but I’m okay with that.
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