He hooks his arms around my waist. “Go out with me tomorrow night.” “I’ve spent the last three nights with you.” “Yeah, but I still owe you a real date. Dinner, conversation, more kissing…” He brushes his lips along my neck and skims his hands over my back. I inch farther onto his lap until I can feel him hard below me. He groans quietly. “Is that a yes?” “It’s not a no.” I place my hands on his shoulders. Lifting his head, he chuckles. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very beautiful and sometimes very frustrating?” “Only you.”
