accurate?” She looked at him over the rim of her wineglass.
He shrugged. “Maybe not as aggressively as when I was a lot younger, but I still hold my ground when I need to.”
“I don’t know if this will please you or not, but I see some of Dusty in you. He held his ground, too. When he was right, he didn’t let anyone push him around.”
“When he was right.” Killian took another sip of bourbon. “Let’s make a bargain. Tonight, we leave Dusty out of the conversation. That okay with you?”
Anything he wanted was okay with her.
She lifted her wine and waited until he touched his highball glass to hers. “To a pleasant evening.”
His eyes ate her up. “The most pleasant,” he agreed and took another swallow of his drink. “So as long as we’re on names, what does Lexie mean? Is it short for something?”
“For Alexandra.” She brushed her curls back from her face. “No one’s called me that for years, though. In either form, it means defender of man. So I guess when you’re out with me, you’re safe from attack.”
He chuckled. “You can defend me anytime, darlin’.”
Then he had questions about her family, how long they’d lived in Kansas—three generations—and what she wanted to do with her life, if anything, besides run Heart Starter.
She fiddled with her wine glass as she tried to give him answers without revealing anything to him. Few people were aware what they thought of as her hobby was really her secret passion. And she wasn’t quite ready to expose herself to Killian. So, she glossed over the fact she’d gone away to school, without saying where, mentioned she’d come home while she figured out what to do with the rest of her life, and shared how the opportunity for Heart Starter had jumped into her lap.
The conversation flowed smoothly and easily,
For dessert, they shared a piece of Decadent Chocolate Cake. Every time his lips slid over the tines of the dessert fork, she imagined them closing over one of her nipples. When he licked the frosting from his lips, she imagined his tongue sliding over her body and into her tight channel. It was all she could do to sit there and act as if nothing was happening to her.
Finally, finally , Killian paid the check and ushered her out of the restaurant.
“Enjoyed it, darlin’.” His voice slid over her like warm molasses.
“Me, too.” She hoped she enjoyed the rest of the evening as much. If only she could get rid of the butterflies dancing the jitterbug in her tummy.
Chapter Four
Killian had barely been able to concentrate on his food, as tasty as it was. His entire attention had been focused on the woman who sat across from him all evening. From the moment she opened her door and he saw her in the silky blouse draped so easily over her breasts to the flirty red skirt that emphasized and teased at her shapely legs, to the sexy sandals showing off her feet to best advantage, she was a package made to tempt the most stoic man. Watching the delicate way she chewed her food, sipped her wine, blotted her lips made him want to drag her into his arms. The way she flipped her streaky blonde curls back from her shoulders and lowered her eyelashes over those warm hazel eyes when she looked down had him harder than cement.
He had to restrain himself from grabbing her when he helped her out of the SUV. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. He rested his hand at the small of her back as he guided her up the stairs to her place, the heat of her body scorching his palm through the thin fabric of her blouse. When they reached the top of the stairs, she fished her key from her purse and turned to face him.
“This was a wonderful evening, Killian. Thank you so much.” She ran her tongue lightly over her bottom lip.
His cock nearly pushed its way out of his pants. He cleared his throat and tried to figure out how to get himself invited inside.
“The pleasure was all mine, believe me.”
She stood there, watching
He shrugged. “Maybe not as aggressively as when I was a lot younger, but I still hold my ground when I need to.”
“I don’t know if this will please you or not, but I see some of Dusty in you. He held his ground, too. When he was right, he didn’t let anyone push him around.”
“When he was right.” Killian took another sip of bourbon. “Let’s make a bargain. Tonight, we leave Dusty out of the conversation. That okay with you?”
Anything he wanted was okay with her.
She lifted her wine and waited until he touched his highball glass to hers. “To a pleasant evening.”
His eyes ate her up. “The most pleasant,” he agreed and took another swallow of his drink. “So as long as we’re on names, what does Lexie mean? Is it short for something?”
“For Alexandra.” She brushed her curls back from her face. “No one’s called me that for years, though. In either form, it means defender of man. So I guess when you’re out with me, you’re safe from attack.”
He chuckled. “You can defend me anytime, darlin’.”
Then he had questions about her family, how long they’d lived in Kansas—three generations—and what she wanted to do with her life, if anything, besides run Heart Starter.
She fiddled with her wine glass as she tried to give him answers without revealing anything to him. Few people were aware what they thought of as her hobby was really her secret passion. And she wasn’t quite ready to expose herself to Killian. So, she glossed over the fact she’d gone away to school, without saying where, mentioned she’d come home while she figured out what to do with the rest of her life, and shared how the opportunity for Heart Starter had jumped into her lap.
The conversation flowed smoothly and easily,
For dessert, they shared a piece of Decadent Chocolate Cake. Every time his lips slid over the tines of the dessert fork, she imagined them closing over one of her nipples. When he licked the frosting from his lips, she imagined his tongue sliding over her body and into her tight channel. It was all she could do to sit there and act as if nothing was happening to her.
Finally, finally , Killian paid the check and ushered her out of the restaurant.
“Enjoyed it, darlin’.” His voice slid over her like warm molasses.
“Me, too.” She hoped she enjoyed the rest of the evening as much. If only she could get rid of the butterflies dancing the jitterbug in her tummy.
Chapter Four
Killian had barely been able to concentrate on his food, as tasty as it was. His entire attention had been focused on the woman who sat across from him all evening. From the moment she opened her door and he saw her in the silky blouse draped so easily over her breasts to the flirty red skirt that emphasized and teased at her shapely legs, to the sexy sandals showing off her feet to best advantage, she was a package made to tempt the most stoic man. Watching the delicate way she chewed her food, sipped her wine, blotted her lips made him want to drag her into his arms. The way she flipped her streaky blonde curls back from her shoulders and lowered her eyelashes over those warm hazel eyes when she looked down had him harder than cement.
He had to restrain himself from grabbing her when he helped her out of the SUV. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. He rested his hand at the small of her back as he guided her up the stairs to her place, the heat of her body scorching his palm through the thin fabric of her blouse. When they reached the top of the stairs, she fished her key from her purse and turned to face him.
“This was a wonderful evening, Killian. Thank you so much.” She ran her tongue lightly over her bottom lip.
His cock nearly pushed its way out of his pants. He cleared his throat and tried to figure out how to get himself invited inside.
“The pleasure was all mine, believe me.”
She stood there, watching
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