Page 150 of My Rules

But maybe that’s his game. Maybe this is all part of his grand plan.

Give me a taste ... and then take it away.

And now that we’re here, arriving at home, I’m suddenly nervous again. What happens now? Does he kiss me goodbye?

Do I invite him in for coffee?

What is expected in this situation? I’m just not sure ...

God, I hate dating. I hate not knowing what’s going to happen next.

The car pulls up at my house, and I gingerly climb out. Blake pays the driver and walks with me up onto my porch.

“So . . .”

He turns to face me. “So ...”

We stare at each other, and it’s there again, the electricity bouncing between us.

A force so strong and foreign to me.

I’ve never felt it before.

I smile softly. “I had a great time.”

“Me too.”

I get the feeling that he’s as nervous as I am.

“Um ...” I frown as I try to articulate my feelings. “I was wondering.”

“What?” His eyes search mine, and I know that he wants me to invite him in.

“I ...” I swallow the lump of sand in my throat. “Can we ... take things a little slow?”

He nods. “Okay.” He steps back from me as if I’m rejecting him.

I take his two hands in mine. “I just want to ...” I shrug as I look out into the street. “I really want this to work out.”

“Me too.”

“And I haven’t . . .”

“I know.”

My eyes search his. “I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me again all night.”

He gives me a slow, sexy smile and takes my face in his hands. “It nearly killed me not to.” His lips take mine, and he kisses me softly. He towers over me, and his large stature emits power.

My eyes close as my feet feel like they rise from the floor.

His kiss deepens, and I feel a little tongue, just a whisper. A hint of what it could be.

Oh ... the way he kisses.

Just when I’m beginning to relax into it, he steps back from me. “I’ll let you go.”

“Oh.” I nod, embarrassed. “Okay.” My eyes search his.

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