Page 112 of The Keeper

“Not quite.”

“Everyone’s impressed by that.”

“I’m not everyone.”

A seductive smile pulled at his lips. “We’ve established that already. What do I have to do to impress you so this date can be better than the last one?”

“We’re on a date?” I questioned, meeting his gaze.

Seeing him was like a dream even though I knew this was reality.

Chocolate brown hair still tousled to a fault. Sapphire eyes still wide and searching. Mouth still pouty and sultry and made for sins and promises. And that dimple. It dug in just below his left cheek.

The man looked like he just walked off the set of a photoshoot in his dark jeans, white t-shirt, and leather jacket. Casual, refined, and carnal all compressed in one body.

He put the bottle on the coffee table, draped his jacket on the couch and slipped his hands in his pockets before sauntering over to me.

We stood inches apart, eyes locked.

“Hi.”

“How the hell do you know where I live?”

“Nice to see you, too.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He reached for my hand. “I texted your friend Killian. He told me. He also says he’s not sorry.”

Little sneak.

“Why didn’t you just text me? I would have told you.”

“I liked this option better.”

“A heads up would have been nice,” I muttered.

He grinned. “And ruin the surprise?”

“How do you have Killian’s—“

“We exchanged numbers the night we all had dinner together. Your friend was quite intent on helping me expand my reach on social media.” He chuckled. “I just think he fancies me.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

He moved closer, his face tight with lust. “Will it break his heart to learn I only fancy you?”

I inhaled sharply when he lifted my hand and pressed a small kiss to my wrist. Right on my pulse point, like he’d done outside the restaurant. The measured control of his movements was betrayed by the fiery passion in his eyes and his shallow breaths.

“He’ll live,” I whispered.

Knowing what lurked beneath the mastery he had over his own body made me shudder. I wanted him untamed. Right here, right now.

Slow down.

“I didn’t want you to leave,” I blurted on a shaky breath. So much for slowing down.

He bowed his head. “I know. I’m sorry I did.”

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