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“Thanks,” she said softly, feeling slightly nervous by his attention. “Can I get you a drink?” she asked after putting the flowers into the pitcher of water. She carried them to the table, letting the colorful arrangement serve as a centerpiece.
“See, even that looks artistic. Not that I ever get flowers, but I’d have to shove them in an empty can or something,” he said.
“Well, luckily you don’t have people at your front door with bouquets of roses,” she teased.
“If I did, it would just be my teammates pulling one over on me. Not that women bring men flowers, but like I said, I don’t date much. Being on the teams keeps me busy, and I’ve been happy for the most part just doing my own thing.” He cleared his throat. “Of course, spending time with you is different.”
“Oh yeah?”
He grinned. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, and I’m not really the type of man who usually spends time on the phone each night.”
“Believe it or not, me either. I mean, obviously I’m not a man,” she said, giggling.
“I realize that,” Wyatt said, trying to keep a straight face but failing.
“What I mean to say is I’m not really a gab on the phone kind of girl.” She pulled a beer from the fridge and held it up. “Do you want one?”
“Sure, that’d be great,” he said.
She crossed over and handed it to him. Wyatt took the bottle from her, their fingertips brushing, but didn’t move away. “I just mean I don’t chat on the phone with my girlfriends much either.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, smiling down at her.
“I travel alone for the most part, so I don’t date much.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I just—”
“Callie.” His voice was deep. Smooth.
She met his gaze as one big hand landed on her waist, and she could smell his spicy, male scent as he pulled her closer. Callie’s pulse began to race, and she could feel her nipples pebbling against the cotton of her sundress. Wyatt set the bottle of beer down on her counter, and then he was cupping the side of her face, his thumb trailing over her skin. “I should’ve kissed you hello when I got here. I was distracted by giving you the flowers, but I’m happy to remedy the situation now.”
Callie pressed her lips together, trying not to smile, but then he was ducking down, and thoughts of everything but him slipped away. Wyatt’s lips met hers, the kiss slow and gentle. Tender. Wyatt slid his hand to the back of her head, cupping it carefully in his grip. The hand on her waist shifted, pressing against her lower back as he guided her closer still. Her lips parted as he pressed her body to his, and then he was kissing her more deeply, taking what he wanted.
Callie felt consumed by him—his kiss, his touch. Wyatt’s tongue slid against her own, teasing her with gentle strokes, and she clung to him, flushed and aroused just from his kisses.
The oven timer buzzing had her jolting in his arms, and he pulled back, still holding her steady. “Guess dinner’s ready,” she said.
“Here. Let me,” he said, seeming to realize she was still somewhat shaky. He smiled, looking pleased with himself, and she felt her cheeks flaming. Who knew a kiss could throw her so off-kilter? Apparently she’d been kissing the wrong men all her life. Wyatt had her aching for more, her breasts pressing against her sundress, her pussy throbbing.
Wyatt grabbed her pot holders and pulled open her oven like he’d done it a thousand times. For a guy who said he didn’t cook, he wasn’t exactly uncomfortable in her kitchen. Of course, he was also a badass who stormed hijacked airplanes to take down the bad guys, so daily kitchen chores wouldn’t exactly faze him. She smoothed her dress as he pulled the dish from the oven, setting it on top of her stove.
He glanced her way again, taking in her no-doubt flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “Dinner looks and smells incredible, but I already know what I’m having for dessert,” he said with a wink.
Chapter 15
“I THINK I’VE DIED AND gone to heaven,” Wyatt joked as they finished their meal. “Damn, woman. You really can cook.”
“Thanks,” she said, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks. Wyatt kept his gaze on her face, watching as she nervously licked her lips. Callie looked sexy and gorgeous in the sundress she had on tonight. It was form-fitting but not revealing, just hugged all her gorgeous curves. Her cleavage looked tempting as hell with the way her dress hugged her chest. She might have been on the smaller side, but her breasts were perfectly proportionate to her frame. He was dying to get his hands on her, exploring all that soft, smooth skin. Callie was tall but slender, and Wyatt loved that he was bigger than her. He could imagine making love to her in all sorts of positions, slowly discovering her body and making her cry out in pleasure as he took his time to learn what she liked.
Not tonight though. He was planning to take things slow and not mess this up. Wyatt hadn’t been into one-night-stands for years, and the last woman he’d casually dated had been nearly a year ago. The sex had been fine but nothing amazing, and they’d drifted apart, content to go their separate ways.
He had a feeling everything would be different with Callie. Once he took her to bed and made her his, he knew he’d want more. Just being around her made his pulse pound, and even when they weren’t kissing and just doing something casual together, he had fun.
“I’m serious,” he said. “The stuffed shells were incredible. I am typically more of a protein kind of guy, but this was fantastic.”
“Thanks” she said again. “I actually really love cooking. I mean, I like trying new foods when I travel, but sometimes I just want a good, home-cooked meal. I’m not usually home much, so I enjoy cooking when I am.”
