his shot. Once his ball circled the hole and dropped in he addressed the crowd.
“That’s your problem. You think keeping your sheep is the fun part.”
“Someone, anyone, please take their turn before we get the twenty years of marriage sermon again,” Chip groaned.
“Right,” Gordy drawled. “Yet I’m the only one going home to a woman tonight. The rest of you are gonna be sliding into cold sheets thinking about how Sunny kicked your asses and I’m sliding into…beauty.”
I had no idea what Gordy’s wife looked like but I figured he was telling the truth.
My gaze went to Shiloh and she was staring at Gordy with a soft look. It wasn’t lost on me she was closest to Gordy. He was the oldest of the bunch and it was obvious he had a soft spot for her.
“Well, since I’m winning I’m moving on to the next hole.”
That comment earned her groans but not a single one made an inappropriate comeback.
I had to say I was impressed; I’d barely bitten mine back. Though I’d have the opportunity later when she slid between my sheets to whisper all the pent-up inappropriate thoughts I’d bottled up.
By the time Shiloh and I were in my truck heading back to my place, it was late. The mood was mellow but my thoughts were heavy. The night had gone great. Shiloh kicked ass and had fun rubbing it in at the end of the game. But she still didn’t get it. Which made no fucking sense. She dished it out, she had three older brothers who undoubtedly ribbed her, but when the guys reciprocated it was like she wasn’t sure if they were being mean or joking.
I couldn’t understand this.
It was bizarre the way she watched them.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” Shiloh broke the silence as I pulled into my driveway.
“It was a good time. Thanks for asking,” I told her.
I cut the engine and before I could ask her to come in she finally addressed what happened before we left my house.
“Earlier you kissed me.”
“That wasn’t a kiss, baby.”
“Um.” She pinched her lips and arched her brow. “Your mouth touched mine, you licked my lip, and our tongues touched. I think that’s the definition of a kiss.”
Fuck, she was cute.
“Nope. Not even close.”
“Okay, then what was it?”
“That was my way of ending a conversation.”
“I don’t remember what we were talking about,” she admitted.
“Exactly.”
“You’re a very weird man, Luke.”
“I’m not. What I am is a man who knows his limits. And you standing in my house looking at me like you wanted me to take you to my bed and show you how much you’d enjoy me bossing you around was pushing me to the brink.”
All of that was the truth. The part I left out was I’d been dying to get my mouth on hers. The problem was as soon as that happened, I knew I couldn’t kiss her the way I wanted or we would miss dinner and mini-golf. So I ended it before it began.
“So you kissed me?”
“Again, that wasn’t a kiss.”
“And again, it sure felt like one.”
I had nothing to say to that so I remained silent and so did Shiloh. And there we sat in my truck in the dark staring at each other—eyes locked, both of us willing the other to look away. She felt it the same as I did. I knew it by the way her lips parted. With each second that ticked by the air was growing thicker, the tension growing stronger. The safe thing would’ve been to get my ass out of the truck and walk her to her car. Yet I couldn’t find it in me to move and I was pleased as fuck she was right where I was—caught deep in a moment that felt so fucking right.
My eyes dropped to her mouth as the tip of Shiloh’s tongue wet her bottom lip.
That was when my self-control splintered.
But when she whispered, “What’s happening?” That was when it cracked.
“You know what’s happening.”
Our eyes met again and I wasn’t sure who moved first. Our mouths collided, my tongue surged in, hers met mine in a slow glide, and she moaned. My hands slid into her hair, gathering it as I went until I had two handfuls of sleek, shiny softness wrapped around my fists. Her hands went to my chest and they roamed.
Fuck. Yes.
I took the kiss deeper and groaned again. I did this until her hands turned frantic and started yanking at my shirt. I