She seems to think about this for a second until a small grin forms on her lips. “Thanks, Nick.”
“So is it invite only?”
“We sent out the invitations weeks ago.” She bobs her head rapidly. “We actually have a few people begging to get in at the last minute.”
Disappointment digs in until I catch the twinkle in her eye as her lips twitch.
“Begging, huh? That’s too bad. I’d love to come. Know any way I could get into this elite event?” My arms circle her waist, and she leans back, shaking her head while trying to keep a straight face.
“It’s going to be hard, very hard. I can’t think of a way to get you in, unless…” She taps a finger against her mouth as if she’s thinking hard.
“Unless?” I bend into her, my lips brushing along her neck.
“Unless you wanted to be my date.”
My heartbeat quickens as my plan starts to work. “That sounds like a real hardship. I’ll have to check my schedule,” I tease her, nipping lightly on her earlobe.
“I understand if you’re busy, but—”
“Sweet Peach, there’s no place I’d rather be on Friday night. The thought of being your date is the best offer I’ve had in a long time.”
Her face lights up, and she throws her arms around my shoulders. “You may regret that when you’re bored out of your mind.”
“There’s no way I could be bored.”
“Charmer.”
“Only with you.” I lean in to kiss her, pulling her close and forgetting about our food.
She’s all I need for now…
Chapter 9
Grace
I try to swallow the moan, but it doesn’t work, and instead, the sound comes out as a strangled croak. Nick’s encouraged by the sounds, and both his hands skim up my sides as he deepens the kiss. I arch my body into him, tightening my hold on his hips, which swivel into mine with the added pressure.
His erection rubs against my core, and we both groan at the same time. He tears his mouth away from mine and drops his head to the side, resting it in the crook of my neck.
“Holy fucking shit, I can’t get enough of you,” he pants.
My stomach does a full twist as I try to catch my own breath. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He lifts up enough to see my face and moves one hand to cup my chin. “It’s a very, very good thing… I’d even say it’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous?”
His eyes turn into the most beautiful shade of liquid blue, and he scans my face, running his thumb across my lower lip.
“Yeah, Sweet Peach, dangerous. One week, that’s all it’s taken for me to go from curious to crazy.”
“Crazy?” I question in a whisper.
“When I asked Shaw to find you, I was curious, wanting to see you again, talk to you, get answers and see how you were doing. That curiosity turned into so much more the second my eyes landed on you last Thursday.”
At his words, an electric thrill runs through my body. “Where does the crazy part come in?”
He doesn’t answer, leaning in to kiss me lightly. Too quickly, he jerks up and le