Page 61 of His Curvy Distraction

I laughed softly, feeling self-conscious and greedy.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my jaw to meet his gaze. “What’s in that head?”

“I took advantage of you.”

“Not even a little. Relationships shouldn’t be about keeping score. I’m not going to start this one like that.”

I nodded.

“But we probably should head out soon before someone actually does come out here.”

I looked around and saw the rain had almost completely stopped. The thunder and lightning had completely passed.

And my boob was on full display if anyone came up to the window.

“I didn’t even notice.”

He smirked. “Good.”

Omar helped me get my clothes back into place, then asked for my keys.

“Why?”

“I’ll go start your car so it’ll warm up before you have to get in it.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

He smiled. “I’m being selfish. It means I can spend a few more minutes with you if we’re waiting for your car to warm up.”

“Well, in that case…” I handed him my keys.

He kissed me, then opened the door and climbed out in his tank without his coat. He closed the door against the cold air already seeping in, then raced to my SUV.

It took him a minute to unlock the doors and climb in. It burped to life, then Omar was getting back out and running to me again.

He climbed into the backseat with me and pulled me close. “I need you to warm me up. It’s cold out there.”

I laughed and climbed onto his lap again, wrapping myself around him and kissing him until the windows fogged up and we were both panting again.

“Was this a dream?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not a dream.”

“So you really did ask me on a date?”

“I did.”

“I’m going to hold you to it.”

“I’m counting on it.”

We kissed a few more minutes, then admitted we needed to get out of all of our wet clothes.

He walked me to my SUV and made sure it wasn’t stuck before he went back to his own vehicle. He followed me down the muddy driveway and out to the street until he flashed his lights and made a turn where I’d gone straight.

A few minutes later, I pulled into my driveway. I grabbed my wet clothes and Omar’s blanket and hurried to the door.

“Oh my God! You’re alive!” Daisy yelled, rushing to me.

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