“I’m kidnapping you,” I announce, hitting the gas pedal.
“What?” She laughs softly. Damn, that laughter could bring me to my knees.
That’s precisely when I realize I’d do absolutely anything to make this woman laugh, to make sure she’s safe and happy.
“I’m kidnapping you,” I repeat. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You need to be whisked away.”
“Do I now? On a white horse? Will you be my knight?”
“Do I qualify as a knight if I drive a car?”
“I don’t know, I have pretty specific requirements for a knight.”
“Will spoiling you do? Followed by burying myself inside you? To the hilt?”
At that thought, I increase my speed, visions of Alice under me filling my mind.
“You’re counting your chickens before they hatch, Becker.”
She’s trying to tease me, but I hear the longing in every syllable.
“I haven’t even agreed to be kidnapped,” she adds. Now she’s just digging herself a hole.
“You don’t have to. If you don’t come with me willingly, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out through the front door for anyone to see.”
“Caveman.”
“Absolutely.”
“You can’t carry me on your shoulder. The skirt I’m wearing is short enough that everyone is going to see my panties. They're red, and the fabric is see-through.”
I nearly crash into the car in front of me. “Keep talking like that and I’ll remove those panties in no time.”
“Threat or promise?”
“Both.”
When I pull up in front of the restaurant, Alice is already waiting for me outside, holding a take-out box in her hand. And she’s wearing a shirt and black pants.
Climbing out, I round the car and open the door for her.
“What a gentleman!”
“Where’s that short dress you mentioned?”
She hovers in front of the open door. “Thought you needed an incentive to drive faster.”
“Someone missed me.”
“Just your kissing skills.”
“I see. You have no shame using me, do you?”
“None,” Alice exclaims decisively.
Taking the box out of her hands, I place it on her seat, then concentrate on her.
“So, are you going to kiss me or what?”