Page 45 of Falling for Mr. Wright

She blew out a cold breath. How could this be happening? She was on a date with Logan—the dream date that she’d fantasized about for months, and not to forget, asked Ryan to help make a reality. Now, all she could do was sit quietly, watching Ryan with his date, wishing she were the one sitting next to him.

She shook her head. This was all Ryan’s fault. If they hadn’t kissed, she would have never known how incredible it was to taste his lips, never mind the amazing feeling of having his strong arms wrapped around her.

When Corrine started all her football double-entendre talk, it was all Sarah could do not to leap across the table and run a defensive interference play.

In that moment, she couldn’t help blurting something out to remind Ryan whose lips his had recently been on, which totally backfired because all it got her was a blank stare back. He either didn’t know what she was talking about, or worse, he did and didn’t want to show it in front of Corrine.

You need to stop this, Sarah. This isn’t the plan.

Tonight could be the beginning of a life with Logan if she would only march back into the restaurant, sit her butt down, and enjoy being his date.

But what would happen between Ryan and Corrine? Would he kiss her good night? Worse, would it go further?

Frustrated, she pushed off his car. Reaching inside her coat pocket for her phone, she decided to say that she’d gotten a call from her mother while she was in the restroom and needed to take it.

The restaurant door flew open, and Ryan stalked toward her, an unidentifiable look on his face that sent shivers scattering through her body. She gulped, and her heart pounded. “Hey, my mom called.” She held up her phone. “I was just going back insi—”

His mouth crashed down onto hers, his arms pinning her to his car. She responded immediately, latching on to his shirt and yanking him closer.

Ryan, not Logan. No matter what she told herself,that’swho she wanted tonight.

He traced the front edge of her dress, then slid his hand lower, cupping her breast. When his thumb flicked over her nipple, she moaned.

Thatwoke her up. She pulled away, scanning the parking lot, expecting to have scandalized someone’s grandmother or the mayor or someone, but miraculously, she and Ryan were alone. Still…

“Inside,” she managed, finishing her sentence. “I was about to go inside.”

Ryan pulled her closer. “Not anymore. Call Logan and tell him you’re not feeling well, and I’m taking you home.” He gently sucked on her earlobe, causing her eyes to roll back.

For the love of God. If his tongue circling her ear could put her in this state of euphoria, how would the rest of her body respond? “What about your date?”

“She can have dinner with Logan.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He swept his lips over hers. “What I want isn’t on the menu.”

“But what about Monday?”

“What about Monday?” He nipped her upper lip.

“Is it going to be weird between us?” She kissed him again, not giving him a chance to say “yes.”

“Only if we let it.” He brought her in close, moving his hands down her back. “Stop asking questions and make the call.”

With shaky hands, she swiped and tapped her phone, holding it up to her other ear.

“Um…hey, Logan. It’s Sarah.”

“Sarah? Where are you?”

In seventh heaven.She closed her eyes and lifted her chin, giving Ryan’s mouth full access to her neck, “Um…I’m outside… I’m not feeling…” she started, trying not to sound like she wasn’t being ravished in the parking lot by Logan’s best friend. “Like myself.”

“I’m on my way to the front.”

“No!” Her head straightened. “I mean… I don’t want you to see me like this. Ryan’s here. He’s going to take me home. I know how much you love this restaurant. Stay and have dinner with Corrine. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she managed to get out as Ryan reached inside her coat, running his hand slowly up her side. “Enjoy your dinner,” she added feebly before ending the call.

It was official. She was a horrible person, but as Ryan pulled her in for another toe-curling kiss, she didn’t care.

“I’m not sorry that we’re leaving,” he said as if reading her mind. He reached down, gently brushing her bangs to the side, his fingers lingering in her hair. “Your hair is so sexy.”

“Is this what this is about?” She lowered her lashes. “You’re turned on by my blowout?”

“Maybe.” His mouth curled up in a wicked smirk, while he traced a finger across her lips. “And other parts of you that I need to explore.”

That did it. “Your place.” She gasped. “Now.”

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