Page 115 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Seven

“This dress isn’t café appropriate,” Skye motions to her chest.

I grin. “It might turn some heads.”

“I should probably get the girls out of the public eye for a while. They’ve had enough attention tonight.”

“Right. Of course. I completely understand.” I swallow the disappointment.

“Do you want to put your address in my GPS in case I lose you on the way back to your place?” She hands me her device.

“Oh.” I try to mask my surprise. “Yeah, absolutely.” I quickly type my address into her navigation app and when the check arrives, I pass over my credit card, insistent that I pay the tab since I asked her out.

I walk her to her car. “I’ll see you in about ten minutes. Drive safe.” I hold out my hand and she slips hers into my palm. I kiss her knuckles and she pauses, eyes dipping to my mouth.

She turns and settles her hand on my chest. “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely, apart from when you almost choked to death on your scotch.”

“You saved me, though, so thanks for that.”

“I’ve been thinking,” she murmurs as she fiddles with the collar of my shirt.

“About?” I hope she hasn’t changed her mind about coming to my place.

Her eyes lift. “How much longer I’m going to have to wait to feel your lips on mine again?”

“You don’t have to wait, Skye. You can have them whenever you want.” I drop my head as she tips hers back. We angle at thesame time and her arms wind around my neck while mine circle her waist. We part our lips, tongues sweeping out to tangle with each other. I groan and she sighs as we sink into the kiss.

It’s been a damn long time since I’ve been this attracted to a woman, and my erection is instantaneous and nearly painful. Although, to be fair, the cleavage she’s rocking basically gave me a semi for the duration of dinner.

We stand there, making out, until her car dings at her.

“Ugh, stupid car with its stupid annoying alarms,” she huffs.

“My house is less than ten minutes away. We can pick up where we left off. No annoying alarms?” I offer.

“Sounds like the best idea ever.”

I give her another peck on the lips, then help her into her car and rush over to my SUV. I do my very best not to speed excessively, and also to calm my hard-on, but it’s raging now, which, to be honest, isn’t a bad thing at my age.

Skye pulls into the driveway a second after me, and we exit our vehicles at the same time. We lace our fingers together as we walk up the front steps. I punch in the door code and usher her inside, locking it behind us. And then our mouths connect once again.

She wrenches her lips from mine long enough to ask, “Will you respect me less if we get naked on the first date?”

“It’s technically the second date. Will you respect me less for saying no?”

She tips her head and smiles. “Not even a little.”

“Good. Me either.”

Our mouths crash together again, and she shoves my suit jacket over my shoulders.

I let my hands roam over all her luscious curves, pausing to squeeze her ass before they drift higher. My lips travel the edge of her jaw and over her collarbones until I reach the soft swell ofher right breast. I skim along the bodice of her dress, where the swell dips below the fabric.

She moans softly, and the sound is echoed a moment later. But the pitch is much higher.

One of her hands is in my hair, the other which is currently curved around my belt buckle freezes. “Did you hear that?” she whispers.

I lean back and arch a questioning brow.

Which is the moment another long, loud moan comes from somewhere in the house. Probably the living room.

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