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Noah laughed. “While that’s true, I was thinking more about the fact we promised each other to keep this date G-rated.”
“Don’t you think we passed that when you spanked me?” I teased.
“It was a momentary lapse of judgement,” he replied with a grin.
“Then what now?”
“We go into our separate bathrooms, throw some cold water on some hard, aching parts, take some deep, cleansing breaths while thinking about puppies and rainbows, and then come back out to finish our game.”
“Puppies and rainbows?” I questioned with a snicker.
“Whatever floats your G-rated boat, babe.”
“I think I can handle that.”
Wagging a finger at me, Noah countered, “But no distracting each other this time, right?”
“Fine,” I muttered.
“You make it sound like you’re off to your execution.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it too.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you play fair.”
“Me too.”
He held out his hand to me. “Truce?”
“Truce.”
As I followed him out of the alcove and over to the bathrooms, I wondered how in the hell I was going to make it the rest of the date without jumping him. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I possibly feel so turned on at a bowling alley? I couldn’t remember Ashton ever getting me so…amped up.Or any guy for that matter.
Deep down in the part of me I showed so few men, I knew it was more than just sex. I liked being with Noah. I liked laughing with him and making him laugh. Our chemistry was just as hot outside the bedroom as in it.
As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I shook my head.
How could I possibly let him go in ten days?
Chapter Twelve: Noah
For my second actual date with Gaby, I decided once again to try to find the least sexiest activity possible. I don’t know why I even bothered after the sexual debacle at the bowling alley. But in spite of a raging case of blue balls, I was more determined than ever to pursue something deeper with her. And to do that I had to stay out of her pants and the sexy-as-hell thong she usually wore.
Once again, I asked her to meet me at O’Malleys and to wear something casual. When she stepped out of her car in skin-tight jeans, and a form-fitting red top with a somewhat plunging neckline, I groaned and banged my head repeatedly against the steering wheel of the convertible.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, as she slipped inside the car.
“I’m thinking we need to find a muumuu store.”
She had the nerve to giggle at me. “A muumuu leaves way too much easy access.”
With a ragged sigh, I replied, “You’re probably right.”
“What do you have on the agenda for tonight?”
“Dinner and a round or two at Top Golf followed by a chaste kiss goodnight.”
Her brows quirked up in surprise. “What if I told you I hated golf?”
