“You first.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the only one I’d dare go near after that fiasco. I think you retrained my cock.”
Again she laughed, so long and low that every nerve ending in his body came awake from hibernation. “If I haven’t, I will. Starting tonight.” She flashed him one of her saucy grins and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “Because this is all well and good but if we’re not still compatible in other important ways, no deal.”
The cool wind that blew over his skin did nothing to diffuse the blast of heat her words had caused. “I thrive under pressure.”
“Mmm,I remember. So I have a question.
His soft groan made her laugh. “Shoot.”
“That video…from your office.”
“It’s mine.”
She grinned. “So have you been watching it?”
He didn’t want to ruin the lighthearted mood but he had to be honest. Hiding things wouldn’t work anymore. “I couldn’t for a long time.”
“No?”
“No.” He stroked a fingertip along her temple. “I missed you too much. Then it became a lifeline, my only link to you. And it also helped in other particular ways,” he said, glad to see her smile return.
“You haven’t been to the club?”
He shook his head. “Not without you.” He shrugged at her smirk. “Hey, some couples have a special restaurant. We have a sentimental sex club. Works for me.”
“Me too.” She gave him a quick kiss then turned and walked to her car, dangling her key fob over her shoulder. “Race you to my place.”
“Your place?”
“Got a problem with that, Galvin?”
He yanked open his car door. “Absolutely not. Better drive fast, Ms. Crossman.”
* * *
She was taking him home to her apartment. If that didn’t speak of trust, Kelly didn’t know what did.
A reconciliation demanded big gestures. And while no one Spencer’s size could claim to be thrilled by an invitation to share her snug full bed—though at least her sweet Delaney’s discount had enabled her to invest in a much nicer real wood frame—she hoped he would get what this meant to her.
He’d told her parents he loved her—whoa—so tit for tat, she’d let him invade her bed. Then, maybe,maybeshe’d encourage him to finish invading her heart.
He got to her apartment before she did, which made her grin. Apparently erection difficulties were a thing of the past. Hell, she liked being his Cialis. She’d happily take on that role for the rest of her life.
She parked beside him and climbed out of her car, brushing her hair away from her face as the wind kicked up. The first few fall leaves scattered across the asphalt, skidding around his feet as he approached. For some reason, she couldn’t stop staring at the sneakers poking out from under his dress pants. Weird and very un-Spencer-like.
Sneakers. Dress pants. The sixteenth of September. A memory tickled the back of her mind and she gasped as she lifted her gaze to his face. His very amused, sexy face. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, you invited me?”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean. It’s September sixteenth. I didn’t realize before. Why aren’t you in Virginia for the opening of the Roanoke store?”
“Took the night off.” He shrugged. “I was there earlier.”
She reached up and held her hand against his forehead. He grinned and she knew he was thinking of the time she’d done that at Kink. “I should call 9-1-1.”
“Save that phone call for after we’re through.”