Page 19 of Her Marine
“Thank you for lunch.”
“Anytime,” he responded, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. “Let me walk you inside,” he stated.
“It’s ten steps. I’ll be fine.”
“Cute.” Was his only response before getting out of the car, and Journee knew she couldn’t fault him for being a gentleman.
He opened her door and walked her inside. Killian released her hand and tipped her chin up, leaning in to kiss her forehead, and Journee had to stop herself from groaning because she knew he was messing with her.
“I’ll talk to you tonight,” he told her, and she nodded, watching him turn and walk out of the door.
“That man is panty-drenching fine,” Abbie stated, fanning herself.
“Don’t I know it,” Journee responded with a shake of her head and a smirk, strolling back to her office. He was all that and more.
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Killian pulled up to Journee’s house at seven-thirty in the evening. Getting out of the car, he went to her front door and knocked. He waited a moment before it opened, and Journee stood in a purple short-sleeved asymmetrical dress that popped against her hickory skin, with a pair of gold heels wrapped around her ankles. She’d pulled her hair up into a bun with tendrils hanging on either side of her face.
Killian reached out, wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her closer, using the knuckle of his index finger to tip her head back.
“You’re tempting me far too much in this dress, Tigress.”
Journee licked her lower lip. “Good. That was the plan.”
He chuckled, releasing her. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she responded, taking him in. “You look handsome.”
“I have to keep up with you,” Killian told her.
Journee laughed, shaking her head at him. She grabbed her jacket and purse from the table beside the door, and Killian stepped back, allowing her to exit and lock the door behind herself.
He led the way to the rental car, opening the passenger door for her. When she slid in, he walked around to the driver’s side to get in. He’d chosen the restaurant they would be going to and called in a reservation for eight. He’d stuck to his word and let her choose the movie. However, she hadn’t told him what they would be seeing, just that it started a little before ten.
As they drove, Killian reached over and placed his hand on her exposed thigh, thanks to how the dress was made. He rubbed his thumb along the exposed skin as they drove toward the restaurant.
When they pulled up, Killian got out while the valet opened the door for Journee. He made his way around the car and handed the young man the keys, getting the ticket in return. He took Journee’s hand in his and led her into the restaurant. Killian gave the host his name, and they were led to a table by the window. The host lit the trio of candles housed in clear vases.
They placed two menus in front of them, telling them their server would be with them shortly. Killian looked over his menu for a few minutes, deciding what he wanted before placing it aside. When their server came, the young man asked if they wanted a bottle of wine, and Killian decided to let Journee make that decision. She asked for a bottle of whatever their most popular white wine was.
He watched Journee closed her menu and looked up at him. She smiled at him, and damn if Killian wasn’t sure that smile could bring a man to his knees.
“Are you going to let me pay for dinner tonight?” she questioned, and Killian raised a brow at her.
“Can I lay you out on this table and feast on you in front of all these people?” Killian decided to counter.
“If I say yes?”
He raised a brow, pushing his chair back and going to stand, having every intention of placing Journee on top of the table. He watched as her eyes widened as he got halfway to her side of the table.
“Okay, okay. You can pay,” she told him quickly, and Killian smirked at her, returning to his seat, ignoring the looks of the people who’d turned their attention to their table.
Their server returned with their wine, pouring them both a glass and placing the bottle back in the ice bucket. He took their orders before leaving them alone again.
“You are aware that you can’t just ‘feast’ on me in public.”
“I can,” Killian told her. “Burying my face between your thighs doesn’t take much work.” Though he knew that was not why she said he couldn’t do it.
