“Spending your life with a woman you can’t stand, while the woman you love has to know that you’re married to someone else. I don’t think I could ever go through something like that.”
“Me neither, baby. I couldn’t stand to be associated with anyone but you.”
She closed her eyes, enjoying the way his fingers caressed over her stomach. “I’m glad you did it.”
“Me, too. I couldn’t stand to have any more shit happen to you because of me.”
Raven didn’t know what to say, so she stayed quiet. “It’s okay.”
“It wasn’t okay. I should have learned to keep it in my pants.”
“I don’t want you to keep it in your pants.” She winked at him. “I like having you use it.”
“Oh, baby, when we can, I’m going to show you how good it can be when you let me play with you.”
She giggled.
“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” he asked.
“To the bar?”
“Yeah. I want to take you out. I don’t care what people think.”
“I’d like that.”
Raven got to her feet and rushed to get dressed. She settled on a pair of jeans and a figure-hugging shirt. She felt as sexy as she could given the circumstances. Drew was waiting for her by the door, and they left the house, to climb into his truck.
It didn’t take them long to arrive, and considering it was a Monday, it was very busy. Drew climbed out first and moved around the truck to help her out. With the door closed, he pressed her against the metal and claimed her lips.
“Fuck, I love you, Raven Howard.”
“Ditto, Drew Reynolds.” She kissed him back, knowing she wanted to do all kinds of dirty things to him, but having to wait.
“Come on, let’s go inside.”
He took her hand, and they made their way inside Bobby’s bar. Several people turned to look at them, but no one said anything.
Making their way toward the bar, they both ordered a beer.
“You’re not going to cause trouble tonight, are you?” Bobby asked.
“Not at all. I wanted to take my girl dancing.”
There were some slow moves going on, and Raven wanted to be part of it. She’d never danced much growing up. Boyfriends hadn’t really been her thing.
Taking a sip of her beer, she gave a little sigh as Drew wrapped his arm around her waist drawing her up close against him. It was nice to get out of the house, to have a little alone time with each other.
“Is there something you want?” she asked.
“Yeah, I want to dance with you.”
Finishing their beers, he took her onto the dance floor, where there happened to be a slow song playing.
“What’s going on, Drew?” she asked. “Something tells me you’ve got something on your mind.”
“I want to ask you a few questions.”
“Okay. I’m ready.”