Page 44 of Catch You

“Trust me when I say that I’ve done that more in my short time with you than I’ve done in the last few years.”

“Really?” he asks, glancing over, a smile twitching at his lips.

“Really.”

“Then I think we should definitely spend some more time together.”

“How’d you figure that?” I ask with a laugh.

“I’m clearly good for you.”

“Hmmm … so, what are you suggesting?”

“Another date? Say, Friday night?”

“I’ll need to check my calendar. I might already have one.”

His eyebrows rise in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t aware I was one of many of your conquests.”

“Never assume, Brit boy. Never assume.” I hate to make out like I might be playing the field when it’s the furthest thing from the truth, but I’m happy to keep him on his toes.

He glances over as we turn into my street. His eyes are darker than before, but I can’t get a read on him as to why.

He brings my car to a stop outside my house and pulls his cell from his pocket, hitting a few buttons before pushing it back inside the fabric of his pants.

I hesitate, not sure if I should get out or wait for what he has to say.

I’m about to reach for the door handle when he turns to me.

My breath catches at the look in his eyes. There’s a familiar desire dancing in them, much like when he looked at me in only my underwear earlier, but there’s also a hint of anger in them.

My stomach clenches for the briefest moment as I wonder if I’ve got him all wrong.

“I strongly suggest you cancel your Friday night plans.”

“Oh,” I squeak. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“Am I?”

“You are.” His hand comes up, his fingers wrapping around the nape of my neck as he leans closer. Our noses brush before his lips tease mine. The touch is so light, yet it sends a shockwave through my body, causing my temperature to soar. My skin tingles for more, to feel his hands all over me once again.

“Corey,” I moan when he doesn’t move to kiss me properly.

“Mine,” he whispers against my lips, his breath almost burning hot against me.

My heart pounds, trying to escape my chest as I wait for him to deepen the kiss, but it never comes.

After a beat, he frees me from the confines of the seat belt and pulls away. He climbs from the car like that moment between us didn’t happen before walking around to my side and opening my door.

He holds his hand out, and although I don’t want his help after the way he just teased me, I’m powerless but to slide mine into his larger one just to feel him once again.

Something happens when we touch, something I can’t describe, but I know it’s powerful enough to have me addicted.

I allow him to pull me from the car and slam the door behind me before he pins my hips against it. Movement from my left catches my eye, but I ignore our one-woman audience. I’m too consumed by the man who’s pressed up against my body and stealing all my air.

“I’m so glad you found me today,” he admits, his voice deep and gravelly as his dark blue eyes stare down into mine.

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