He grabs my hand, pulling it off his chest, but doesn’t let go. “Okay. How wasthata date? You visited me at work and I didn’t even buy you anything.”
“It became a date when we made out under the romantic glow of the salmon tank. And why does a date have to involve money?”
“Naomi. We haven’t been on a date yet.”
“Well, we’ve done a lot of kissing for two people who have never been on a date.”
His gaze drops to my lips, then trails up slowly to meet my eyes again. “That doesn’t usually happen. I never kiss a girl until after the first date. Maybe even the second.”
I find that a little hard to believe. My gaze wanders up to his mouth. He shaved recently. I thought he looked good with the stubble on his face last week, but he has the type of face that looks just as good whether it’s scruffy or clean-shaven.
“So,” I say.
“So,” he repeats. He’s still holding my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine.
I clear my throat, moving my fingers against his. “Have you ever kissed someone right before a first date?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“Oh. I guess we’ll just have to wait until—”
He steps through my doorway, cutting me off, and before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine, and my back is against the wall. His tongue slides against mine and a noise escapes me. I’m not sure if it’s a gasp or a moan. Maybe a little of both. I feel his hands on my hips, holding me closer to his body. My hands are in his hair, pulling his face closer, keeping his lips locked against mine.
Our last kiss was just a taste that left me wanting more, but I didn’t know what I was in for. Of all the kisses I’ve ever had, this one is by far the best. His mouth fits with mine like we’ve been doing this for years. He already knows what I like. It’s sensual, but it’s not only fueled by lust. This is something else. This is something that I want to hold onto.
He lowers his hands to my ass and lifts me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist. It’s almost too much to handle, having him this close to me, our waists pressed together. He pushes against me and I can feel him, all of him. I grind my hips against his, begging him for just a little bit more. It doesn’t feel like there’s anything that can stop us from taking this to the next level.
“Can we skip dinner?” I breathe, my hands now clutching the front of his shirt. “We can just stay right here.”
He smiles, driving me a little bit crazy. “As much as I love the sound of that, I made a reservation for us.”
“Oh. Right. What time is the reservation?”
“Four.”
It’s not until he says the time that I remember he already told me. His kiss seems to have given me short term memory loss.
“I can give you some time to get ready.”
“I don’t need that much time.” I tilt my chin back up. His lips meet mine in the middle. There’s this heat where our bodies connect, a bulge that tells me that he wants this as badly as I do. I move against him, but our clothes are in the way. I’ve never been more annoyed with clothes in my life. I want to strip them off, remove all of these barriers between us.
“Do you have a rule against having sex before a first date?” I ask.
He exhales slowly, like he’s trying to show restraint. For a moment, I think that he’s going to back away from me again, but he doesn’t. “When it comes to you, I don’t have any rules.”
“That’s good to know.” I pull on his lip with my teeth. He growls, then gives me a teasing peck on the lips. I return the kiss, and then he locks his lips with mine again, pushing my lips open with his so he can taste me. I forget that I’m being held against the wall. I feel weightless, like I’m floating and the only thing I’m aware of is the feel of his lips against mine, the taste of his mouth. It’s the kind of kiss that can make a girl forget what her own name is, if only for a second.
“Do you want to?” I ask, reminding him of my question.
“You are very hard to say no to.”
“Do you want to say no to me?”
“No. That’s the problem.”
“Am I moving too fast?” I lower my hands between us and play with his zipper over his distended fly.
He inhales sharply, pushing his waist against mine again, and for a moment, I think that this is going to happen. Before I can undo his fly, a voice from the hallway startles us.
