Page 29 of With This Kiss
He moved around me and to my car. “Come on. Take me home. Unless you want another hug.”
“I don’t want another hug,” I muttered, unlocking the car and moving over to the driver’s side.
“Are you sure?” Reign asked me as soon as he was settled. “I’ve been told I am the world’s best hugger.”
“Who told you that? Previous girlfriends?”
“Nah, I don’t do the girlfriend thing.”
I moved back at his words. He didn’t do thegirlfriend thing?
“Then what was the point of this? ’Cause it sure as hell won’t be fucking. I don’t do that with men who aren’t committed to me.”
“I can commit to you.”
“Sure, you can,” I said, the sarcasm heavy in my voice.
He grinned.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was charming, even I could admit that.
But charm would only get him so far, and I wouldn’t be in the car talking to him if I didn’t want something from him.
I faced forward and drove off. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. He did that a lot—stared at me for an uncomfortably long time. And he was shameless about it too. He didn’t care that I knew he was looking at me.
I worked hard not to give him any reaction. And the short drive from the restaurant to his apartment building felt like an eternity.
I had purposely picked the restaurant because of how close it was to his apartment building too.
Finally, I pulled up to the front.
“Good night,” I said, unlocking the car door for him. The click sounded loud.
He chuckled. “In a hurry to get rid of me, are you? Does that mean there won’t be a second date?”
I paused. I needed a second date. I needed more than that. I needed him to fall hopelessly in love with me, to the point where he couldn’t think, couldn’tfunctionwithout me.
“Do you want to go on a second date?”
He leaned back against the seat cushion. “I don’t know. Did you enjoy this date?”
“Yes,” I said, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue.
He glanced sideways at me, one side of his lips curving up in a smile. It almost felt like he was the one playing me and not the other way around.
“I’m still not convinced.”
“My word isn’t enough?”
“People lie all the time. No, we need to test this some other way.”
“How?” I gritted out.
He sat up so suddenly, I didn’t expect it. And the bastard was fast. He moved in a flash, and then there was this weight on the back of my neck as he cupped me there. He pulled me in closer to him until our faces were mere centimeters apart.
I swallowed nervously. “What are you doing?”
“Testing our chemistry,” he said softly, his hot breath fanning over my face.
