Page 124 of That First Flight

Nothing.

But a pair of jeans.

That sitreallylow on his waist and showcases the V-shaped curve that runs down to what’s under those jeans.

A curve I would love to run my hands over at some point tonight.

Who the hell have I become? I think these books are ruining me.

“Yeah?” I choke out. It comes out hoarse because I’m still staring at his stomach.

“Eyes are up here, dragonfly.”

And…I’ve been caught. “Hard not to stare.”

The corner of his lips twist up as he leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest and one leg over the other. Jesus, that’s so hot. It forces my eyes back down his body.

“I might have to take back my question if you keep looking at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes, babe. I don’t know how much restraint one person can have.”

Now it’s my turn to smile. “What’s your question?”

I don’t realize that I’m still staring or that he’s moved off the wall until he’s crouched down in front of me to level himself with my eyes. “Do you want to go on a date with me tonight?”

“You want to take me on a date?” I ask.

“I want to do a lot of things with you, but this is a good start.” Oliver shrugs.

I rise from the couch and he stands with me as I wrap my arms around his bare waist and my body warms at the contact. The smile has never left my face as I look up at him. “I’d love to go out with you, Oliver Ford.”

The air leaves Oliver’s lungs as his body relaxes into mine and I hear a groan under his breath. “Pleasedon’t say my name like that.”

“I’ll try to keep my tone in check for dinner.”

“Please,” Oliver emphasizes before he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s not a kiss we can get lost in like we’ve had before, but he stays there just long enough that I feel it in every part of my body. He pulls away before he says, “I can never get enough of your lips on mine.”

“Same.”

Oliver takes a step back, and I realize how much I hate that feeling. But I know if I stay any closer, I’m going to want to skip dinner the same way I think he wants to.

Before my brain can lead to anymore dirty thoughts, he spins me around and gives my ass a little smack. “Go get dressed. We have reservations at six.”

I raise a brow. “You just knew I was going to say yes, huh?”

“I’m goal-oriented. I knew I’d findsomewayto make you go out with me.” He winks as he turns on his heel towards the bedroom.

I stare at his backside as he walks away and take in the way his muscles curve every part of his back before I retreat to the shower and get ready for dinner.

I already can’t wait to get home.

This isn’t the first time Oliver has taken me out to dinner, but this time feels more intimate.

I chose to wear a silk thin strapped dress that reaches mid-thigh that Peyton told me I had to bring. She said she hadn’t worn it yet, and that it was made for me. It’s not the warmest weather since March is so hit or miss, but sitting under the watchful eyes of Oliver Ford, I feel like I’m sweating bullets.

Maybe it’s the location, or maybe it’s how much things have escalated since he last took me out. I’m not complaining either way. Oliver was such a gentleman when we got here and ordered dinner for both of us. He got the surf and turf and after telling him how amazing the seafood fra diavolo looked, he ordered that for me.

We spent dinner reflecting on our day and how we can’t wait to see how the pictures that he snapped came out.

“That was amazing,” I say, patting the corners of my mouth from my meal. “And this place is so beautiful.”

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