“So you want to continue seeing him. This just isn’t a sex thing.” Morgan finished off her Starbucks and tossed the cup into the trashcan close by. Morning break time was almost over.
“Well, it could turn into a steady sex thing.” Jenna wondered what Brett wanted. Was he just interested in her body and that’s it? Or maybe he could see them trying something out for the long term?
And when was the last time she’d thought about long term with a guy she barely knew? Uh, never. But something about Brett and the time they’d shared had felt so right, so comfortable and yet exciting at the same time.
She literally couldn’t wait for their date tonight. Her body almost shivered with excitement. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way about a man.
“What’s his name?” Morgan asked, kicking Jenna out of her thoughts.
“Brett.” Jenna cleared her throat. She knew she’d murmured his name sounding like some sort of dreamy schoolgirl talking about her first crush, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Oh, boy, you’ve got it bad.” Morgan shook her head and stood. “Well, keep your head, sweets. Remember what you’re dealing with.”
“And what am I dealing with?”
“A horny man out looking to find satisfaction. He might not want anything else,” Morgan said gently. Jenna knew she was going for blunt honesty because she didn’t want to see her get hurt, but she was a big girl. She knew what she was doing.
She hoped she’d be doing Brett later tonight.
Brett stood the moment he saw Jenna enter the restaurant, taking a few short steps to reach her since he waited in the lobby. He took her hands, unable to stop from planting a soft kiss to her upturned lips, and she smiled when they parted.
“Glad to see you too, stranger,” she murmured.
The area was packed with people waiting for a table since the restaurant had been open only a few short months and seemed popular. One of his buddies at the station had told him about the place, raved on how good the food was. A steakhouse that also specialized in seafood, he figured it covered a broad range to satisfy both himself and Jenna.
“You look…” His voice trailed off as he eyed her up and down. Her hair was loose, silky brown waves tumbled just past her shoulders, and she wore some sort of clingy black dress that did amazing things to her already bangin’ body.
“I look what?” she teased, her hazel eyes sparkling. She curled her arm around his, and he led her over to lean against the wall together while they waited.
“Beautiful.” Hot, sexy and completely fuckable.
But Brett didn’t want this to be just about sex. He liked this woman. Wanted to see if they could take this further.
“Thank you.” Pleasure lit her eyes, and he had the sudden urge to take her out of here. Take her back to his place or hers, strip that sexy dress from her body and touch her. Lick her. Bury himself inside her.
“Have you eaten here before?” Maybe if they talked about food it would distract him. Distract him from her delicious scent, the brownish pink color of her lipstick—the sultry glow in her eyes.
“No, but I’ve heard it’s good.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingered there and he wanted to growl.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished, his entire body tense. His cock throbbed beneath the fly of his jeans.
It was going to be a long night.
“Look at you like what?” Her expression was pure innocence though he spotted the mischief in her eyes.
“Like you want to kiss me,” he whispered close to her ear. A big mistake considering he could inhale her delicious scent, felt the silky soft brush of her hair against his cheek.
“I do want to kiss you,” she whispered back, her hand touching him, resting lightly against his chest. “I want to do a lot of things to you.”
Ah, God. He wasn’t hungry anymore, at least not for food. He wanted to get out of here. Couldn’t stand the thought of making small talk and pretending to have an appetite during what would end up being a two hour dinner.
More like two hours of torture. A torture he didn’t want to put himself through.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he admitted.
Her smile grew. “Then my plan is working.”
“You came here tonight with a plan?”