Page 67 of Endless

“Was,” she whispered and gave a little chuckle. “Might be on your fingers now.”

“Didn’t mean to mess anything up but, since I have…” I stepped closer, keeping my fingers on her lips, and hoped to high hell I was on target for her mouth.

Her fingers brushed along my cheek, giving me a slight nudge to my left, and I fully committed to the motion and met her mouth.

Not bad for the first attempt. And she didn’t have to move me much. Hell yeah, I was getting good at this.

Her fingers curled around my neck, and I stepped in to her. And it was like stepping home. Everything about her drew me in. Her scent. Her taste. Her voice.Everything. She was exactly everything I needed as motivation to kick free of Walker’s gang. Get my shit together. She didn’t need a thug in her life.

And I was ready to not be one.

Leaning back, I kissed her nose, and she giggled.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Totally.” She shuffled back slightly. “Um, need to check.”

The lock engaged, disengaged, then engaged again.

“Just a sec.” She was a little breathless when she said that. “Um…”

The locks clicked again, same routine. Same rhythm. Two more times. Okay, maybe she was nervous about our date.

“Sorry. I’m ready.”

“It’s all good. Gave me time to get my bearings.” I led us toward the elevator. “Whatcha wearing?”

“Mini jean skirt, tank top, sandals.”

“Color?”

“Red tank. Gold sandals.”

“How short is the skirt?” I reached out, thinking we were close to the door. I’d lost count at the thought of her in a mini skirt. I’d felt those legs; I bet she looked sexy as sin right now.

Fucking blind—no, not going there. I was in control of my thoughts, dammit.

“Mini skirt, so mid-thigh.”

“Hope I get to touch those thighs later.”

“Damon.”

Oh yeah, she was totally blushing right now, I knew it. It was going to be a fun night. A fun night with my girlfriend.

I found the button, and within ten minutes, and a few stumbles later, we made it to the cab I had waiting.

“Oh, um, a cab.” Her voice hitched. “I—can we—shit.”

“I’d rather not shit right now. What’s up?”

She released my hand. “What was I thinking? I—of course it’d be a cab. I thought maybe Drey was driving. Or—”

“Not really into bringing the big brother on a date. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. Can we. I have a driver. Cabs—I don’t ride in cabs.” Shuffling followed.

“Driver’s fine. What’s the big deal?”

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