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her cheeks suggesting even that much information about herself had been more than she’d wanted to share. “What can I say?” she asked. “I’m more of a listener than a talker.”
“I’ll say. You should open up a bit more – it’d do you some good.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Is that right? Isn’t the gift of gab an Irish thing?”
I chuckled. “Fair enough.”
“And if that’s the case, I’d say you have quite the gift.”
Another laugh. “Now, was that some ball-busting courtesy of the good doctor?”
“Maybe it was.”
“But you’re right – I’ve always been a bit of a chatterbox.”
“It’s good,” she said as I opened the passenger door for her to get into the car. “The world needs talkers, and it needs listeners.”
“That’s a perfect way to look at it.”
I placed my hands on her hips and guided her around to face me. Her eyes flashed wide, and a sharp breath passed through her parted lips. “The world needs something else, too.”
“What’s that?”
“Gorgeous doctors and charming men who want them like mad.”
I leaned in and kissed her hard, her taste flooding my senses, her lips parting to accept mine. We kissed long and deep, my tongue probing into her mouth, finding hers, lashing it gently. My cock was stone-stiff from the moment I placed my lips on hers, and all I could think was how much more I wanted.
“You know,” I said. “There are much more fun things to do than just kiss.”
She glanced away, the gears were turning as decisions were being made. But it didn’t take long for her to bring her eyes back to mine and smile. “You’re right.”
Music to my ears. One more kiss and I guided her into the car. I adjusted my jeans so my hard-on wasn’t jutting straight out, then hurried to the driver’s seat.
As I drove, a strange series of emotions ran through me. First, there was excitement. I was minutes away from being in bed with the woman I couldn’t get out of my mind. But the excitement gave way to something else, a feeling I wasn’t used to experiencing – caution.
I thought about her words on the balloon, how she’d wanted to toast to friendship. Now, her accepting my offer to jump into bed meant that Lola was clearly open to more than that. Still, it made me wonder if she was angling for something else – maybe a friendship with benefits. Strangely, that wasn’t what I wanted. What I did want was to get to know her better, not to just fuck her on occasion. It was so damn strange. Usually, being able to have a causal relationship with a beautiful woman was right up my alley. But with Lola, it was different.
Hell, with Lola everything was different.
We reached her apartment, and as we walked to the entrance, I knew what I wanted. We stopped in front of her door and kissed more.
“So,” she said, taking her lips from mine, “it’s cold out here – much warmer inside.”
“I bet it is, but how about this – I call you tomorrow.”
She was confused, her brow knitting in total befuddlement. “W…what?”
“This has been a blast, but why don’t we call it a day? I’ll give you a call tomorrow. We can plan something fun.”
“O…OK.” She nodded slowly, eyeing me with confusion.
I’d said my piece. With one more smile, I was off. And, as always, I had nothing but total confidence in my decision. Time would tell, however, if I’d just made the mistake of a lifetime.
Chapter 14
LOLA
I stood on my doorstep stunned for a long, long moment. Patrick had gone, and I was alone with one question in my mind. What the hell just happened?
I gathered my senses, the cold finally getting to me. With a quick turn of my key and a pull of the door I was back in my condo. The warmth hit me, and I pulled off my coat and beanie and tossed them both aside.
A glance out of the big, picture windows in my living room revealed that the sun was on its way down. The afternoon had been magical – no other word for it – and my heart still raced from being up in that balloon. More than that, I was still shocked he’d managed to talk me into it. If I could go back in time and tell myself on Friday that I’d be up in a freaking hot air balloon, I wouldn’t have believed it.