hand over his jaw. “That means you’ll need to give me your number — you realize that?”
I press my lips together, feeling my stomach flip-flop. “Okay,” I say, taking his phone and entering my contact information.
“So, do you mind if I call you?” he asks, his eyes on mine. “Because I want to see you again.”
I lick my lips. “You do?”
He smiles. “But first I want this.”
He leans in and kisses me. It’s a good thing I’m sitting because my knees threaten to give out. With my eyes closed, the bar fades away. Kaden’s hand cups my cheek, and I feel beautiful in this moment — I feel wanted. He has no idea how I’ve longed for this.
His lips are soft, and I breathe him in, the salt of the margaritas on our lips.
When we pull apart, it’s impossible not to smile.
“Damn, girl,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t want this night to end.”
I bite my bottom lip. “It’s only eight… it doesn’t have to end yet.”
Chapter Three
Kaden
As we walk out of the bar, I place my hand on the small of Kourtney’s back. It feels right leading her into the night, into possibility, into a future. Yeah, I know that sounds a little crazy considering I just met the girl a few hours ago, but the moment our eyes met, there was a spark. I felt it and I know she did.
And damn, she's cute.
Placing her hand on the buzzer, answering the trivia questions with gusto, she wasn't holding back. She was all in and I love that about her. Her smile is infectious. Her laugh is sexy as hell. And that kiss? Fuck. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
"What are you smiling about?" she asks, looking over at me as we walk onto the city sidewalk.
"I was just thinking how that was the best kiss of my life," I tell her frankly.
She laughs, her head falling back, her blonde hair swishing as she moves. "You're crazy," she says.
I step toward her, pulling her to me again, wrapping my arms around her under the light of the streetlamp. "No, it would be crazy if you told me you didn't feel the same thing."
I look down at her, the crook of my finger lifting her chin. I love the feel of her body in my arms, her curves, her softness, her big tits and her round ass. Damn, she's perfection.
"I felt it," she says. "I just…” She closes her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. “It's hard to accept. It's hard to believe that you feel the same thing I do."
"Someone hurt you?" I ask, "because girl, if you can’t see how incredible you look right now, you must be bruised.”
She sighs. We just met and pushing into such heavy territory might be moving too fast.
"Look," I say, "We don't have to talk about the past. Let's just be here right now. You want to go on a drive with me?"
She smiles. "You want to take me on a drive in your car? You're a stranger. You know that, right?”
"Am I though?" I ask. "You know my name."
"Yeah, I know your name," she says, her hands pressed against my chest. "I mean, it doesn't sound like the worst idea in the world," she adds with a smirk.
I laugh, squeezing her ass. Her eyes widen. "Sorry," I say.
"Don't be," she says, “I like it — how forward you are."
"I'm not being forward. I'm being honest. I like you, Kourtney. A lot.”
"You just met me."
"I know — that's what makes it so amazing."
Her cheeks turn pink. She bites her bottom lip again. I kiss her and she sinks against me harder, deeper. Her body presses against mine in a way that tells me she just might go anywhere I take her. I'll only take her places that are good, safe, secure, but that's something she's going to have to learn.
"So, a drive," she says as our lips part, both of us catching our breaths.
"Yeah. Let me take you to my car, baby."
"Baby?” she repeats, a smile on her pink, swollen lips.
"What, too much?"
She laughs. "I don't know. Maybe the margaritas are getting to us."
"I didn't have any margaritas. I had one beer."
"True," she says. "Well then, maybe the margaritas are getting to me."
"You think this isn't real? You think it's the booze talking, making you lose your inhibitions?” I don’t want this to be true. Not for a second.
“Maybe," she says, "but I'm not even tipsy. It's more like I