bit her lip, then
asked, “What about the rest…?”
He used his finger to lift her chin. His
mouth hovered just a breath away from hers. “Right now, the rest,
as you call it, is in your hands. You let me know when you’re ready
for more.”
The slow, deep, gentle kiss he gave her left
her nerves sizzling, burning…and if she wasn’t already so frazzled,
she might have decided right then and there that she was ready for
more.
F ive times
that day she almost called, almost backed out. She didn’t, though.
Remembered the way he’d looked at her as he explained why he was
doing this. Not just because he liked the idea of screwing
her.
But because he had feelings for her—
It was humbling, even as it awed her. He’d
felt something for her for a long time, even when she’d been
married. All these years, and it hadn’t faded.
This was Drake , and it should have weirded her
out.
The fact that it didn’t was why, in the end,
she didn’t back out of the date.
When he knocked, she answered the door
wearing one of her favorite little black dresses. Sweet, simple,
sexy, without being too dressy.
“ You look gorgeous,” he
whispered.
“ Thank you.” She blushed, accepting
the flowers he held out, touched. It had been so long since she’d
received a gift from a man, so long since she’d gotten a simple,
honest compliment. It made her heart race, even as it warmed some
dark, cold spot in her heart.
She’d missed this, she realized. A lot.
“ So what movie are we going to see?”
She turned back to him with a nervous smile, unsure what else to
say, what to talk about. Dating was something else she was no
longer comfortable with.
But then he caught her hand, lifted it to
his lips.
And she forgot all about being
uncomfortable.
W atching a
movie could be foreplay.
Yeah, logically, Drake knew this, but he’d
forgotten it.
And this movie involved next to no physical
contact, either. He could remember movies where he’d all but had
sex in the back corner, back in his wilder youth.
Nothing more risqué happened this time than
him holding her hand, but he was so acutely aware of Tania, that
was enough.
He found himself wondering what color her
bra was, what sort of panties she wore.
All throughout the movie.
And because of that, when it ended, he
didn’t trust himself to go into her house with her. Ending it on a
chaste note seemed wise.
She smiled at him, bemused when he kissed
her good-night after unlocking her door.
“ That’s it? No necking, no
nothing?”
He pinched her chin. “In your control,
remember?”
And before she could say anything else, he
nudged her inside and closed the door behind her.
M y control .
Tania woke up Friday, after a wet dream so
vivid, she’d been on the verge of climax.
Okay, this was unreal.
Two dates. And whatever Monday night counted
as.
They’d had two dates and Monday, and she was
already so hot for him, she was masturbating in her sleep.
She’d hoped for more Wednesday night, had
even worn a shorter skirt, a sexier shirt. Flirted. And he’d
responded with a brief kiss. A whispered good-night.
Groaning, she grabbed the phone.
Then she stopped.
If it was really in her control, then she
needed to make the move.
Right?
Chapter Five
W hen Tania
came into his garage late Friday, Drake was in a foul
mood.
Bad enough that he was dying of sexual
frustration, but work was going to hell in a handbasket, too.
The payroll had gotten screwed up, a
delivery had gotten screwed up, one of his customers had been the
biggest asshole and it had taken everything he could not to tell
the guy to shove it—if he was going to abuse his car like that,
then he was going to have to expect some hefty price tags when it
came to maintenance.
What Drake wanted most was a beer, a dark
room and silence.
At least that was what he’d thought.
Until Tania walked in.
They’d had two dates that week. A movie on
Tuesday. Dinner on Wednesday. And
asked, “What about the rest…?”
He used his finger to lift her chin. His
mouth hovered just a breath away from hers. “Right now, the rest,
as you call it, is in your hands. You let me know when you’re ready
for more.”
The slow, deep, gentle kiss he gave her left
her nerves sizzling, burning…and if she wasn’t already so frazzled,
she might have decided right then and there that she was ready for
more.
F ive times
that day she almost called, almost backed out. She didn’t, though.
Remembered the way he’d looked at her as he explained why he was
doing this. Not just because he liked the idea of screwing
her.
But because he had feelings for her—
It was humbling, even as it awed her. He’d
felt something for her for a long time, even when she’d been
married. All these years, and it hadn’t faded.
This was Drake , and it should have weirded her
out.
The fact that it didn’t was why, in the end,
she didn’t back out of the date.
When he knocked, she answered the door
wearing one of her favorite little black dresses. Sweet, simple,
sexy, without being too dressy.
“ You look gorgeous,” he
whispered.
“ Thank you.” She blushed, accepting
the flowers he held out, touched. It had been so long since she’d
received a gift from a man, so long since she’d gotten a simple,
honest compliment. It made her heart race, even as it warmed some
dark, cold spot in her heart.
She’d missed this, she realized. A lot.
“ So what movie are we going to see?”
She turned back to him with a nervous smile, unsure what else to
say, what to talk about. Dating was something else she was no
longer comfortable with.
But then he caught her hand, lifted it to
his lips.
And she forgot all about being
uncomfortable.
W atching a
movie could be foreplay.
Yeah, logically, Drake knew this, but he’d
forgotten it.
And this movie involved next to no physical
contact, either. He could remember movies where he’d all but had
sex in the back corner, back in his wilder youth.
Nothing more risqué happened this time than
him holding her hand, but he was so acutely aware of Tania, that
was enough.
He found himself wondering what color her
bra was, what sort of panties she wore.
All throughout the movie.
And because of that, when it ended, he
didn’t trust himself to go into her house with her. Ending it on a
chaste note seemed wise.
She smiled at him, bemused when he kissed
her good-night after unlocking her door.
“ That’s it? No necking, no
nothing?”
He pinched her chin. “In your control,
remember?”
And before she could say anything else, he
nudged her inside and closed the door behind her.
M y control .
Tania woke up Friday, after a wet dream so
vivid, she’d been on the verge of climax.
Okay, this was unreal.
Two dates. And whatever Monday night counted
as.
They’d had two dates and Monday, and she was
already so hot for him, she was masturbating in her sleep.
She’d hoped for more Wednesday night, had
even worn a shorter skirt, a sexier shirt. Flirted. And he’d
responded with a brief kiss. A whispered good-night.
Groaning, she grabbed the phone.
Then she stopped.
If it was really in her control, then she
needed to make the move.
Right?
Chapter Five
W hen Tania
came into his garage late Friday, Drake was in a foul
mood.
Bad enough that he was dying of sexual
frustration, but work was going to hell in a handbasket, too.
The payroll had gotten screwed up, a
delivery had gotten screwed up, one of his customers had been the
biggest asshole and it had taken everything he could not to tell
the guy to shove it—if he was going to abuse his car like that,
then he was going to have to expect some hefty price tags when it
came to maintenance.
What Drake wanted most was a beer, a dark
room and silence.
At least that was what he’d thought.
Until Tania walked in.
They’d had two dates that week. A movie on
Tuesday. Dinner on Wednesday. And
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