Page 10 of Tame Me

The bulge growing at his groin was incredible, and I rubbed my hand over my creation.

“Jane.” Billy pulled back. “You drive me crazy.”

I curled my tongue across my lip. “Is that a good thing?”

He cupped my cheek and leaned in for a delicate kiss. “It’s an incredible thing, but if we don’t go now, we may not eat tonight.”

I was torn between the options.

He reached for my hand and brought it up to kiss my palm. “We can take this up again when we come back.”

“Okay.” My stomach seemed to be happy with that decision, too.

We gathered our things and headed out to the elevator. It was weird walking past my apartment door.

The second we stepped into the mirrored cube, I grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall. Our mouths met in a crazy, heated kiss. Tongues probed. Our hips pressed together. Our breathing was erratic, and in the confined space, our moans were loud.

I pulled back at the little jig the elevator did to announce its arrival, and when it dinged, I started giggling. We crossed the lobby, and Bailey, the casual night manager, barely glanced in our direction as we strode past, laughing.

The second we stepped out the glass doors, Billy reached for my hand and spun me to him. His grin was magnificent. “You’re incredible.”

I scrunched my nose. “Thanks. Come on, I’m hungry.” After a brief pause, I added, “And horny. We need to solve one or the other quickly, or I’ll implode.”

“Eat first.”

“Okay.”

We held hands as we strolled toward Steakside, and it felt so comfortable I was fooled into believing Billy and I had known each other for years and not just hours.

We were offered exactly the same table I’d sat at a couple of weeks ago, but this time, instead of secretly spying on a man at another restaurant, I was openly admiring the man opposite me.

I didn’t need to look at the menu as I planned to order exactly what I’d had last time, but I used the distraction of studying the menu to try to settle my wild emotions.

The way I was feeling right now, if Billy dropped down on one knee and proposed, I’d probably say yes.

Chapter Three

What the hell am I thinking? Maybe the two glasses of champagne I’d had before we’d left Billy’s room were driving my crazy thoughts.

I should have a glass of water.

“Would you like me to order a bottle of wine?”

“Okay.” Oh dear, I’m in trouble.

But as I watched Billy scour the wine list with intense concentration, I was happy to tumble into as much trouble as he offered.

“Sauv Blanc, right? Do you have a preference?”

“Yes, that’s right, and no, you choose.”

The waitress arrived again, and Billy ordered a bottle of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc, which was just fine with me. We placed our meal orders, and the second the waitress left, we picked up our conversation where we’d left off.

Everything was perfect, from the setting to the wine, to my steak to my smoking-hot date. We laughed, we talked about serious stuff, like climate change and the cost of fuel, and we talked about families. I told him about my parents, and it must’ve been something I said or the way I’d said it because he cocked his head and frowned. “You’re not close to them, are you?”

I sighed, unsure whether I wanted to divulge the truth, but his sincerity and the way he looked at me cracked through my defense shield. With my fingers gliding up the stem of my glass, I wondered just how far back I should go.

He reached over and placed his hand over mine. “You don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to.”

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