“No, Princess. You aren’t paying. End of discussion. Glare at me all you want. Hell, you can throw a hissy fit. I don’t care. When I ask a woman out, I pay. End of discussion.”
Wait. Does he mean this is a date?
He chuckles and places his hand around my neck before pulling me close. “Yes, Princess, this is a date.”
“But we’ve never even kissed.” I slap my hand over my mouth. Why did I say those words? I must be losing my grip on reality.
“Baby,” he whispers and pulls me close. “There’s nothing I want more than to taste those plush lips of yours.”
“Okay.” My voice sounds breathy because I’m dying to feel his lips on mine.
He stares at my lips for a moment before mumbling, “Fuck it.” His head descends and his lips touch mine. I’m surprised to discover his lips are soft. My tongue reaches out to taste him. He growls and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He licks into my mouth and I tremble as his spicy, outdoorsy taste hits me. I grab hold of his biceps and hang on as he plunders my mouth.
I hear clapping and he rips his mouth away from mine to snarl at whoever’s clapping. The clapping stops, but I don’t see who it is. I’m too busy staring at Ryker as my body hums and heats. And there’s definitely some tingling as well. I have never felt this way before. Certainly not after a mere kiss. What have I gotten myself into?