raced to his head, bolstering his confidence, and stirred his pride. It also made him want to pursue Summer, take her in his arms, and kiss her until the cows came home.
She took a deep breath, her gaze flickered up to meet his eyes before lowering back to her plate. "Boyfriend? Let's see. I guess it's because I work all the time, I'm picky, and I just haven't stumbled across the perfect man yet."
His lips twitched. "That sounds reasonable."
"What about you? Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
A full-fledged smile broke out on his face. "I work all the time, I'm picky, and I just haven't stumbled across the perfect woman yet."
"Touché." She laughed. "So, where does that leave us?"
His groin tightened at the low sultry tone in her voice. He braced himself to move carefully and with patience. As much as he would love to toss her over his shoulder, carry her to her bed, and show her how she affected him, he had to make sure he didn't pressure or rush her. In almost stunned amazement, he realized he wanted a relationship with Summer, not just a fling. A roll in the hay wouldn't suffice. Instead, he longed to spend hours with her, learning all about her, working beside her, making a life together.
Damn. You've got it bad.
"Where do you want us to be?" He returned her question, letting her take the lead with this more romantic discussion.
Her eyelids lowered as she puffed out a breath of air.
That small action sent a definite reaction to his groin. Ignoring the tightening jeans, he focused on her face, watching for key signals.
"I'm… I'm not sure. What if you don't want the same thing?" She peeked up from under those long eyelashes, a shy but endearing action.
He leaned forward, scooted his plate aside, and rested his arms on the table in the open space. "Try me."
She worried her lower lip as if making a difficult decision.
Night reined back a groan while watching her, his mind conjuring images of her sucking certain parts of him, those pink lips wrapping around him, her tongue flicking out for a small taste.
"I don't do one night stands." Her back straightened as she met his gaze.
He nodded, pulled from his erotic thoughts. "I didn't think you did." When she said no more, he once again prodded. "What do you want?" His voice soft, carrying with it his wishes.
"I want…"
"Yes?"
"To kiss you." The words tumbled out in a rush.
He smiled as the tension in his shoulders dissipated. "I would like that, too."
Her eyes widened. "Really? You aren't just playing with me?"
"Really." He stood, reaching his hand out to her.
She confidently latched onto it, letting him pull her upright.
His gaze locked onto hers, refusing to let her look away. Reaching around, he pulled her closer before lowering his head. She wrapped her arms around his neck as her eyelids slowly began to close.
Night initiated contact, gently meshing his lips with hers. As easy as a summer rain, he coaxed and caressed, enticing rather than demanding. Summer opened her mouth beneath his, offering entrance for his questing tongue. He rewarded her with a deep exploration and a quick game of tag. She responded delightfully, encouraging him to further plunder, becoming more demanding as the need swiftly rose in him.
Summer pulled back, panting for breath. "Wow."
His lips tilted upward. "Just the beginning, Yazhi."
Her head tilted. "Yazhi? What does that mean?"
"Little one." Night cradled her cheeks between his large hands, tilting her chin up for another meeting with his mouth.
This kiss rose like the tides of the ocean, swells and lulls, until both of them clung to one another as an anchor in the newly discovered depths of feeling.
A cold nose to his groin yanked Night back to reality. Glancing down, he found Murphy prying herself between them, her face planted in his groin.
Summer looked down as well, giggling at her dog. "She's jealous."
He shook his head, struggling to subdue the raging libido that one kiss prompted. Probably wasn't a bad thing
She took a deep breath, her gaze flickered up to meet his eyes before lowering back to her plate. "Boyfriend? Let's see. I guess it's because I work all the time, I'm picky, and I just haven't stumbled across the perfect man yet."
His lips twitched. "That sounds reasonable."
"What about you? Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
A full-fledged smile broke out on his face. "I work all the time, I'm picky, and I just haven't stumbled across the perfect woman yet."
"Touché." She laughed. "So, where does that leave us?"
His groin tightened at the low sultry tone in her voice. He braced himself to move carefully and with patience. As much as he would love to toss her over his shoulder, carry her to her bed, and show her how she affected him, he had to make sure he didn't pressure or rush her. In almost stunned amazement, he realized he wanted a relationship with Summer, not just a fling. A roll in the hay wouldn't suffice. Instead, he longed to spend hours with her, learning all about her, working beside her, making a life together.
Damn. You've got it bad.
"Where do you want us to be?" He returned her question, letting her take the lead with this more romantic discussion.
Her eyelids lowered as she puffed out a breath of air.
That small action sent a definite reaction to his groin. Ignoring the tightening jeans, he focused on her face, watching for key signals.
"I'm… I'm not sure. What if you don't want the same thing?" She peeked up from under those long eyelashes, a shy but endearing action.
He leaned forward, scooted his plate aside, and rested his arms on the table in the open space. "Try me."
She worried her lower lip as if making a difficult decision.
Night reined back a groan while watching her, his mind conjuring images of her sucking certain parts of him, those pink lips wrapping around him, her tongue flicking out for a small taste.
"I don't do one night stands." Her back straightened as she met his gaze.
He nodded, pulled from his erotic thoughts. "I didn't think you did." When she said no more, he once again prodded. "What do you want?" His voice soft, carrying with it his wishes.
"I want…"
"Yes?"
"To kiss you." The words tumbled out in a rush.
He smiled as the tension in his shoulders dissipated. "I would like that, too."
Her eyes widened. "Really? You aren't just playing with me?"
"Really." He stood, reaching his hand out to her.
She confidently latched onto it, letting him pull her upright.
His gaze locked onto hers, refusing to let her look away. Reaching around, he pulled her closer before lowering his head. She wrapped her arms around his neck as her eyelids slowly began to close.
Night initiated contact, gently meshing his lips with hers. As easy as a summer rain, he coaxed and caressed, enticing rather than demanding. Summer opened her mouth beneath his, offering entrance for his questing tongue. He rewarded her with a deep exploration and a quick game of tag. She responded delightfully, encouraging him to further plunder, becoming more demanding as the need swiftly rose in him.
Summer pulled back, panting for breath. "Wow."
His lips tilted upward. "Just the beginning, Yazhi."
Her head tilted. "Yazhi? What does that mean?"
"Little one." Night cradled her cheeks between his large hands, tilting her chin up for another meeting with his mouth.
This kiss rose like the tides of the ocean, swells and lulls, until both of them clung to one another as an anchor in the newly discovered depths of feeling.
A cold nose to his groin yanked Night back to reality. Glancing down, he found Murphy prying herself between them, her face planted in his groin.
Summer looked down as well, giggling at her dog. "She's jealous."
He shook his head, struggling to subdue the raging libido that one kiss prompted. Probably wasn't a bad thing
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