He slides out, rounding the hood, and opens the door for me.
“Thank you.”
“Wish you would have let me open it for you back at the bar.”
“I can open my own door,” I say softly.
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean you have to. At least not when I’m around.” He shuts the driver’s door softly, walking next to me toward the door that leads from the garage to the mudroom.
He opens the door for me.
“After you,” he murmurs.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
We kick off our shoes and walk into the kitchen.
“Want anything to drink?” I ask over my shoulder.
“I’m good,” Mick says, leaning his hip against the counter.
I grab water from the fridge, turning toward him as I break the seal on the bottle. “Thank you for the dance tonight.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mick looks like he wants to say more, but is holding back. Just when I’m about to tell him to just say it, he mutters something under his breath and steps closer to me.
He holds his hand out for me. I slip mine inside of his and he pulls me toward him. Taking the water bottle, Mick sets it on the counter next to him, then pulls me flush against him, between his legs.
“Anytime you want to dance, you let me know.” He rests his forehead against mine.
My heart is beating wildly at his words. This man is making me swoon like crazy. I’m tempted to let myself give in. To let this run its course. But the other nagging part of my brain reminds me he’s leaving. He isn’t here forever. That if I let this go on, I might not like how I feel when he leaves.
“Okay.” My voice is breathless as I decide to live in the moment.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.” Mick licks his bottom lip. “Can I?”
Never in a million years did I think I would ever hear those words come out of Mick’s mouth, but damn do they sound good.
“Yes,” I whisper, leaning forward, meeting him halfway.
The kiss starts off soft, then his hand moves from my lower back to the back of my head. He deepens the kiss, making me moan. I grasp his shirt at his hips, pulling him as close as can be. All too soon, he cuts the kiss short, leaving me breathless.
“Why did you stop?” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
My lady parts are begging to get closer, but it’s obvious he stopped for a reason. My heart stops.
Am I a terrible kisser? Did he change his mind?
“I want you, Shane. Don’t doubt that, but I want to do this right. Which means not taking this any further… for tonight.”
My worry melts away. Of course he would want to take things slow. Mick’s a gentleman. We don’t have time to take it slow though. He leaves in three weeks. I want to enjoy as much time as I can with him before he goes.
I weave my hand into the back of his hair, pulling his lips to mine, kissing him again, making him growl.
I break the kiss, ghosting my lips over his. “What if I don’t want to stop?”
“This will be the one and only time I will deny you, Shane. I won’t take advantage of you tonight.”