Page 8 of Home Stretch
We both climb out of the car, and I take Kade’s hand in mine as we head inside the apartment building and up the stairs to my apartment.
I doubt Locklyn or Elodie will be back from their dates yet, so we should have the place to ourselves for a bit. My heart starts to race in anticipation as I dig the keys out of my purse, my heart starts to race in anticipation. If I’m honest, I think I would jump Kade’s bones right now if he’d let me. As it is, I’m good with making out on my bed.
As soon as I have the door unlocked, I turn and smile over my shoulder at him as I push the door open. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, my cheeks heating. I never thought I’d offer that to a man, but Kade is special.
“No, not tonight,” he says, surprising me. I blink, trying not to be disappointed.
“Oh,” I squeak out, wishing I could transform into an ant and crawl away from this situation unnoticed.
“Hey,” Kade says softly, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Look at me, angel.” My entire body heats at his pet name for me, and I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I very much want to follow you inside, strip you naked, and show you how much I want you.”
I know my face is probably tomato-red, but I nod, letting him know I’m okay with that. Kade gives me his signature grin, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. He dips his head down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
“I’m going to treat you right, Malia. You deserve more than hanging out at a racetrack before I take you home and have my way with you.”
“Oh,” I say again, though I have a cheesy smile spread across my face this time.
“So have dinner with me. Tomorrow. Let me woo my girl. Wine her and dine her. Show her I’m interested in everything about her, not just her gorgeous body and sweet kisses.”
He’s so dang sweet, and all his kindness and attention are directed right at me. I feel like a princess for the first time in my life, which is saying something. I’ve worn several tiaras in my day, but this moment tops all of that.
“Tomorrow,” I agree.
He leans in, capturing his lips with mine once again, and I want to wrap myself around him. Before I can, he’s pulling back and waving at me once before he heads down the hallway toward the stairs.
I watch him go until he disappears, then I turn and head into the empty apartment. I go straight to my room and into the closet. I only have eighteen hours to figure out what I’m going to wear tomorrow on our date. I want to knock his socks off. I want him to be unable to resist me.
I want to make him mine. Wholly.
