Falling at First Sight

by Willow Winters

“Handsome. I think you’re just my type, Mr. Morgan. Tall, dark and handsome … I would put good money down that you’re just about every woman’s type.” A rough chuckle leaves me as I reply, “But I don’t want to be out here with any woman. I only asked one to coffee.”

“Well … actually, I asked you out for coffee so I could ask you out for dinner.”

I leave her by her car with a small, chaste kiss. Tomorrow night, though … if I’m going to kiss her, it’s not going to be on her cheek.

He may be my son’s teacher … but there’s no doubt that Trent Morgan could teach me a thing or two.

I’ve been imagining all sorts of things for over a year but what I wanted to do to that man on top of that little table is downright deviant.

Dating a man you really want to hold on to for more than one night is completely terrifying.

Every moment with her, the tension gets thicker. Every moment without her, she’s all I can think about.

She needs time to know I’m serious—hell, she needed a year just to let me take her out for coffee. I’ll give her all the time in the world … tomorrow. But right now? “Not yet,” I tell her, positioning myself on top of her again. The bed groans and her bottom lip drops open just slightly. “I’m not done with you yet. Spread your legs for me.”