Wild thoughts race through my mind.
New ideas.
New fantasies.
Ones that kick things up another notch.
When I take you out in public, I get a thrill that I’m the only one who knows the private side of you.
Yes, I know what I want in bed tonight. Something that makes me even more vulnerable.
“I like the basket,” I say in a low and sensual voice, but I’m not just talking about the accouterment. I’m talking abouthim.I cover his hand on my ass with mine, pressing his palm more firmly against my flesh.
His eyes glimmer. “I can tell,” he says, and the double meaning isn’t lost on him. Then he grabs me roughly.
I gasp.
When he lets go, he kisses me once more. This one is sweet. Like icing. Maybe now is the time to say:this is more than fun and games for me.
He tips his forehead to the table. “I bought the basket for you today. As part of our practice,” he says.
He bought a picnic basket.
For me.
He shopped for vegan food.
For me.
I can’t ignore the happy bubbles floating up through my bloodstream any longer.
I made a promise to be real tonight, and it terrifies me. But that’s the point. “Gabe,” I say tentatively as someone in the volleyball game shouts,Nice one.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks.
I’m shaking with nerves, but I’ve gone on stage and performed for thousands. I can confess how I feel to one man.
I gulp, then think,Screw the nerves.“I’m having such a great time with you, and I just wanted to let you know—”
“Duck!” someone shouts.
I flinch at the warning, spin around for the shouter when I see a red frisbee’s flying right at Gabe’s head, like a missile.
“Gabe!” I cry out, but he’s already blocking, shoving his body in front of me, and sticking out his right arm.
Thenboom.
He catches the frisbee before it whacks his head.
My pulse is racing when a guy—maybe twenty—stops short, panting. “I’m so sorry,” he says.
Gabe tilts his head, studies the guy with dark, angry eyes. Ohhhh. Is he going to rip this guy to pieces like he did the redhead at the bar?
“You almost hit my woman,” he warns in a low voice.
My woman.
Gawd. Those words heat me up. Gabe doesn’t even care that the frisbee was heading for him. He’s bothered that I might have been collateral damage.