on the weekends, since that’s their busiest time of the week.”
“I get that.” I know I wouldn’t want to hear construction if I were on a vacation for a weekend. Actually, I’d probably demand my money back if I had to deal with construction while I was supposed to be on vacation.
He reaches out with his hand, and my eyes drop to it as it lands softly on my knee. “I want to take you out to dinner next Saturday.” My heart starts to pound hard against my rib cage, and I lift my eyes to his. “I hope by then I’ll have given you plenty of time to get to know me so we can move on from what we are now.”
“What?” The word comes out in a hushed tone as I look into his eyes. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?
“As much as I like just hanging with you, baby, you gotta know it’s killing me not to kiss you or touch you like I want to.”
Oh my God.
“I—”
“I wanted you to get to know me,” he says, cutting me off. “I wanted to be sure before I made a move.” His hand moves, and his fingers land gently on my cheek. “The thing is, I like everything about you, and every time you open your mouth, I have to fight to keep from getting hard or kissing you.” His expression softens. “I told myself I’d take this slow for you. I’ve been working on doing that, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold myself in check when it comes to you.” His eyes drop to my mouth, and I lick my lips as he does the same.
I hear him groan deep in his chest, and that sound vibrates through me. I don’t know who moves first, but our mouths collide, and a frenzy ensues. I touch my tongue to his bottom lip, and he groans again, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his big warm body and adjusting me until I’m straddling him. When his tongue slips between my lips, his taste explodes across my taste buds, and I latch on to him, kissing him back and drinking him in.
I can’t get enough, and judging by his hands roaming over me and his lips exploring mine, he feels the same. I’ve never been kissed like he’s kissing me. I’ve never felt every single cell in my body light up and come alive from a kiss. I knew I liked him, but his telling me that he was giving me a chance to get to know him is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me before. What I’ve found out these last few days with him wouldn’t have been possible if we’d been doing what we’re doing now. Lord knows I wouldn’t have even thought about getting to know him, because I would have only been concerned with getting his mouth on mine and his hands on my body.
“I’m glad you placed us in the friend zone.” I grind against him, feeling his hard length between us. As happy as I am about that, I’m happier that I get to feel his lips and touch, that I get to experience all of him now.
“We were never in the friend zone, baby.” He drags my top off over my head and then pulls down the cups of my lace bra until my breasts are exposed. He drinks me in, and his eyes grow darker. “My thoughts about you were never friendly.” He captures one nipple between his lips, sucking hard and causing my back to arch and my head to fall back toward my shoulders. When he moves to my neglected nipple, I cry out, clutching his shoulders while rolling my hips into his. He releases my nipple and cups both my breasts in his big hands, and his thumbs skim over the tightened buds.
I focus on his face, and when our eyes lock, I whisper, “Please take me to bed.” At this point, I’m not above begging him for what I need.
Without a word, he lifts us both off the couch with his hands under my ass. A thrill of desire and excitement courses through me, and I lock my legs around his hips. Our mouths meet again as he carries me down the hallway toward my bedroom, this kiss slower than the previous ones on the couch. My back lowers to the bed, and he comes