Page 60 of Scores Of The Heart

I can’t stop the grin that sweeps across my face. “Friday it is, then. I’ll be watching out for you.”

“Friday,” she confirms with that sweet little smile I’m growing to love.

I look out the windshield and know it’s not going to clear up outside any time soon.

“I’ll drive you to the players’ parking lot,” she says.

“It’s just a light sprinkle.”

“I insist.”

I chuckle as she starts up the car. “Well, ok. If you insist.”

Something about her taking charge also ignites something in me. I like it.

So she drops me off at my car, which isn’t hard to miss.

“A real subtle vehicle, by the way,” she says.

I chuckle. “My car was the first thing I bought, even before my house on the lake. I guess I’m a guy. What can I say?”

“It suits you. And it was a very comfortable ride the other night.”

“Well, thank you.” I reach for the door handle, knowing I should exit now before I sit here all afternoon in the carpark with her. “I’ll see you Friday,” I say again. We confirmed that, but it doesn't hurt to say it again.

“Ty.” She grabs my arm just as I’m about to leave and I turn in my seat. She leans across out of nowhere and puts her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her.

Her lips find mine, and we kiss soft and slow – all the things I’m usually not – as our mouths move against each other.

Of course, that’s enough to get me excited because I love her hands on me, but I know I need to contain myself.

This is our work parking lot, for god’s sake. It won’t stop my erection, but it might stop me from grabbing her and pulling her into my lap, which is exactly what I want to do.

She pulls back to look at me, our noses still touching. She smells so damned sweet, like peonies and marshmallows, I want to eat her all up.

“Cindy,” I breathe.

“You’re so sweet, Ty.”

“I’m not always,” I tell her. She’ll know it now if she looks down at my lap.

“You are to me.”

“Like I said, I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot, too.”

We kiss again, and I slide my tongue against her lips as she parts and lets me in. I softly stroke my tongue against hers in a sweet, seductive dance I want to get caught up in and never stop.

I can’t help the groan that escapes my mouth.

She smiles as she pulls back again. “You okay?” she whispers.

“Not really, but I’ll get there.”

“If it helps, I don’t want you to leave.”

I like that. It makes my heart swell. And it isn’t the only swollen thing right now.

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