“So do you want to date me?”
She takes a good long while to mull that over, too, before slowly nodding. “Yes.”
“You want to get out of here and make it official?”
Seeing her had made me horny as fuck, and I could stand to get laid right about now.
Posey laughs. “No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m going to sit here and continue having dinner with my girlfriends. You can go back to my place and wait for me until I get back.”
I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not, but then she hands me her stolen bouquet of roses. “Can you put these in water for me?”
I have no choice but to take them from her. “Sure.” I guess.
She tilts her face in such a way I know she’s wanting to be kissed on the cheek, so I lean over and press my lips against her skin. Then I run my nose along her jawline for good measure, inhaling her sweet perfume.
Damn, she smells like a snack.
I nibble her earlobe and whisper, “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?”
She shakes her head from side to side, but her lips are parted, and her eyelids are droopy.
“I’m sure.” She pauses. “You can be waiting for me on the bed when I get back, though. I’ll try not to be late.”
19
posey
Idon’t know how I make it through the rest of the evening with my friends, my mind in a completely different place. Once Duke walked away, I was inundated by questions, the entire rest of the conversation monopolized by my love life.
I have a love life!
What?!
“Damn, that was hot.”Anna said once it was just the five of us again.
“No shit. I might have to text Eli and tell him to be waiting for me in bed when I get back,”Molly announced, pulling out her phone and shooting her boyfriend a message.“Be ready.”She read out loud as she typed.“Be. Naked.”
She set her phone back on the table, laughing.“Whew. Nothing like a bit of foreplay in the flesh to get the blood going.”
She was not kidding.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to rise from that chair at the restaurant and float out after him; follow him home and straight to the bedroom.
This isn’t about sex, but the sex is exciting, and I want more of it now that I’ve had a taste.
Nothing wrong with that.
Duke is like the cake I wouldn’t let him eat when he first got here; out of my reach and offered just a little taste.
My hands grip the wheel all the way back to the house, and when I get there, I’m greeted by the sight of the glowing upstairs light of my bedroom.
I shiver.
That’s him, waiting.