Page 9 of You, Me, and Forever

This was going to be a one and done.

A hookup.

A one-nighter.

It was better to keep it casual, and not tell him anything.

“What would going home with you entail?” I looked up at him.

I wanted this.

If I were to ever have a fling, this would be the guy. He was almost unfairly good looking. There was an edge and confidence to him that made him appear very off limits. And I was drawn to him.

So why not throw caution to the wind and spend one night with an unattainable, sexy man?

I’d never see him again.

I was twenty-seven years old, for God’s sake. I’d only been with two men in my life up until now. Both long-term relationships.

Why not live a little?

“Going home with me means whatever you want it to mean.” He leaned down, tucking my hair behind my ear as he moved closer.

Do it.

Kiss me.

Please kiss me.

His green eyes locked with mine as if he were reading my thoughts, and then he closed the distance between us. His mouth crashed into mine, and my lips parted immediately as his tongue slipped in. He was gentle at first as he explored my mouth, one hand in my hair and the other on the side of my neck. He tilted my head to the side to take the kiss deeper.

I’d never kissed a man that I didn’t know well.

I’ve also never been kissed like this, so maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he groaned into my mouth.

Voices came from behind us as a group of people left the bar, and he pulled back and looked at me. “The ball’s in your court, beautiful.”

“I’d like to go home with you,” I said, blowing out a breath because I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He took my hand and started walking.

“You’re not married, are you?” I asked. I’d obviously already checked his ring finger for any jewelry or tan lines, and neither were there. But one can never be too safe.

He chuckled. “No. You?”

“Nope. Do you have a girlfriend back home?”

I doubted this was typical one-night stand conversation, but I was nervous.

And this was what I did when I was nervous.

He walked up the steps of the gorgeous home on the water and pushed the door open. It was the Johnson estate, and I was shocked a single guy would rent this place. He obviously had money if he could afford this.

Once we were inside, he turned me so my back was pressed to the door, and he placed a hand on each side of my face. “If I had a girlfriend or a wife, I wouldn’t be taking you home. That’s not my style.”

“Okay,” I whispered as my heart thundered in my chest.

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