Page 11 of Banking on Love

“Well… I wouldn’t say on a regular basis.”

“But you get asked out often?” Nick looked rather amused by our conversation.

“I live in a small town. The guys are desperate.”

“I’m calling bullshit on that one,” he chuckled. “They’re asking you out because you’re beautiful.”

My cheeks burned from shyness. Nick’s words were intimate. Maybe it was because we were face-to-face and in my car or maybe it was because he was the sexiest man alive. Either way, I felt like a little schoolgirl.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” I breathed.

“Didn’t even get to finish a beer,” he smirked. “So, no, I’m not drunk.”

“Well, there goes that theory,” I giggled nervously. “High?”

“No,” he laughed. “I’m not high either. I’m just a man who has eyes. Twenty-twenty before you question my vision.”

He completely beat me to my next sentence.

“Lucky guess,” I said dramatically, laughing. He leaned across the center console and kissed me.

His kiss was unexpected but welcoming. I found myself leaning towards him. His hand gently cupped the side of my face as his tongue pressed against my lips. Without thought, I parted my lips, inviting him for a deeper kiss. A much-desired kiss.

Chapter Six

NICK

Absolute fucking perfection. That’s what Kensi was. Everything about her made me crave her. Kissing her wasn’t on my agenda; however, I jumped on the opportunity.

I traced my fingers along her jawline, memorizing every inch of Kensi that I touched. She moaned against my lips and her body trembled. Her responsiveness only added to my desire for her. If we kept kissing, I wasn’t going to be able to control myself.

“Kensi,” I said, breaking our kiss.

“Nick,” she whimpered. She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Please.”

“I won’t be a gentleman for much longer,” I replied.

“Then don’t.”

Fuck,I moaned to myself.

“You’re making this very difficult,” I chuckled. “Very difficult.”

“Is it something I did?” Kensi whispered.

“What?” How could she think she did something?

“I mean, hot and heavy then suddenly you stop.” She shrugged as though her words were no big deal, but her eyes told on her. She looked like she was about to cry. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened.

“Trust me, I want you.”

“Oh. My,” she said in a hushed breath. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Still think I don’t want you?”

She traced her finger along my shaft. My cock jerked at her gentle touch.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

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