“It’s better now.”
“Can I take you to dinner?”
“Can I have a hello kiss?”
For a moment, he looked startled, but before I could retract my question, he pulled me in, covering my mouth with his warm lips. I wound my arms around his neck, enjoying his gentle caresses. He kept the kisses light, indulgent. A few soft sweeps of his tongue. But he held me close, and I felt his protectiveness. His desire, even as he held himself back.
He released me, taking my hand and kissing it. “Dinner,” he said, his breathing deep. “We need dinner.”
I nodded, feeling slightly off-kilter. “Dinner.”
“More of your delicious mouth after.” He paused. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely…”
He grinned.
“I’m a sucker for good manners.”
“I’ll remember that. For later.”
He opened the door, waiting until I slid in. He bent, handing me my seat belt.
“Later?” I asked.
“When I want more than a kiss. I’ll ask so politely, you can’t refuse.”
“Is that a fact?”
He pressed his mouth to mine once more. “Yes, Ms. Raven. Please, Ms. Raven. I’ll do anything, Ms. Raven,” he murmured, his voice low and rumbly. “I’ll be such a good boy, Ms. Raven. I’ll make you feel so good, Ms. Raven.”
Then he stood and winked, shutting the door. I watched him walk around the car, my breathing fast.
I had a feeling he would get exactly what he wanted if he talked that way.