No one had ever gotten me roses before.
My brain literally just stopped for a few moments.
There I was, standing in my doorway, with the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, much less slept with or dated or even exchanged conversation with. And he was holding out roses, for me. Because he was taking me on a date. To a super-exclusive restaurant that I hadn’t been to because it was too expensive and was a date place anyway.
I just needed to take stock of that moment in my life before I went any further.
Nodding, I took the flowers and brought them to my nose, taking in their sweet scent.
“These are beautiful, thank you,” I choked out. “Let me put these in the kitchen.” I turned and trotted over to the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel on my way to dab at my eye. Why was I tearing up? Why was my entire body working against me looking anything even remotely close to in control?
I put the flowers in an empty fast-food cup that Jaz had sitting next to the sink. For once I was glad for her inability to clean up after herself. Making my way back to the door, I hoped my makeup hadn’t run and that I still looked at least half-decent.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready.”
It was a lie, but what the hell. Might as well ride the lightning.
Kane walked me out to his car, and the rest of the evening was a bit of a daze. It wasn’t his normal truck that I was used to seeing, but an older sports car that looked like it had been lovingly restored. I didn’t know enough about cars to know what it was, and he didn’t brag about it like most guys did, so it was a mystery.
The restaurant was amazing and gorgeous, and everything they served was delicious. I knew that, inside my brain. I just couldn’t remember anything specific that I ate. By the time dessert was taken away and we were sipping on a glass of wine together, I had no idea what I had eaten or if I had eaten anything at all.
Not that it mattered. I spent the entire dinner thinking about the way his forearms looked and how good he cleaned up and how I was so happy I had put on the black lacy panties. I excused myself to go freshen up, feeling incredibly silly using those words exactly, but he didn’t seem to mind. When I got to the bathroom, I pulled my phone out of my purse and called Jaz.
“Hello?” she answered. I didn’t give her time to say anything else.
“Get out,” I said.
“Excuse me, what?” she laughed.
“Get out of the house. Go somewhere. Anywhere. The moon. I don’t care,” I said. “Just don’t come back until tomorrow evening.”
“I already made plans, hon,” she said. “Your neighbor is watching the dog, and I have plans with an old school friend. The house is yours. I’ll sleep at Sarah’s tonight.”
“I love you. Are you already gone?”
“Yes,” she said. “And I love you too. Go get him, sis.”
I hung up with a mischievous grin on my face.
We barely made it into the house. Our lips were pressed into each other the second he opened my car door, and he had to sweep me up to carry me up my front porch steps. I fumbled for my keys and stuck it in the door, turning it and opening it up before he grabbed me again and lifted me. Our tongues intertwined for a moment as he carried me in my own house and shut the door behind him. I wasn’t even sure I had gotten the keys out of the door, and I didn’t care.
Carrying me to the bedroom, he sat me down, and I kicked off my shoes. I realized I was biting my lower lip so hard I felt like I was going to draw blood, but again, I didn’t care. I was too busy ripping at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to get it off him.
Finally, he was shirtless, and I pressed my lips to his chest. As I did, my hands worked on his belt and yanked it open, then pulled the clasp of his slacks open too. I shoved them down and slid my hand across his chest and down to grasp his enormous, incredible cock. I stroked him as he leaned down to kiss me, and then he pushed me back onto the bed, making me release him.
He hovered over me and pulled the dress up and over my hips. He filled his hands with the waistband of my panties and then stopped. Grinning, he pulled me closer so my hips rested on the edge of the bed. With two fingers, he pushed my panties aside, and I gasped. His fingers dipped inside me and covered themselves with my wetness. Then he reached down to stroke himself and plunged into me.