He looked at me with worry in his dark eyes.
“I mean, you’re a brilliant doctor, sweet, kind…How are you still single?”
“I could say the same for you,” he raised a brow at me.
“Well, I have Aria. You mention you have a kid, and men run as far away as possible.”
“I didn’t run,” he said looking over at me deeply.
“No, you didn’t,” I responded softly.
“But that doesn’t answer the question. There must be something wrong with you.”
“Uh, I don’t think there is. I mean, let me think. I wear socks to bed,” he said looking at me with a wrinkled nose.
“Yeah that’s pretty bad,” I laughed.
“I guess,” he said now in a serious tone. “I haven’t had time. I only got back six months ago. You don’t really meet people when you are in the red cross.”
“Because they don’t allow women in the Red Cross?” She teased some more.
“No. But I kinda was unavailable then. I was supposed to marry this girl from back home. I knew her all my life, our families were really close. I think it was always kinda just expected that we would marry.”
“But..” she encouraged.
“But she got tired of waiting. I was gone all the time and she moved on with her life. Rightfully so too. I feel like it was more of wanting to please our parents then anything else.”
It was an interesting conversation for me to think on for the rest of the car ride home. It made sense that he was still single if he had just recently ended that relationship. It also made me slightly wonder if that meant he was with her when we first connected.
We pulled up into my parking lot and silently he walked me up to my apartment door. I could already feel the tension between us palpable in the air. I couldn’t believe how much this was like reliving my college years over again.
I stopped in front of my door and turned to face him. I felt myself get wet just from the look of him. He stood there looking down at me with those smoldering dark eyes. It was easy to see he had the same thing on his mind.
“This was nice,” he said with a teasing smile.
“It was,” I said fidgeting with my hands in front of me.
Up to this point I had convinced myself that this was nothing more then getting to know my daughter’s father. I had tried hard to convince myself that I had no selfish desires for this date. All those lies seemed to melt away at that moment.
He took one more step closer to me and slipped a hand around my waist. I could feel the electricity surging between us. He was going to kiss me and I was going to let him.
I tilted my head up and let the shallow breath within me part between my lips. Using his free hand he ran his finger along my jawline. It was tantalizingly delicate. He got back to my earlobe and tangled his fingers into my hair.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all ni
ght," he said in a deep husky voice.
He took another step closer so that our bodies were just barely brushing each other. I could already feel my nipples go hard at the simple touch. He dipped his head low so that I could feel the warmth of his skin near mine.
“What else have you wanted to do?” I asked in a whisper.
He pulled his arm around my waist tight to him in that instant. I sharply inhaled as my hips collided with his erection beneath his jeans. It may have been eight years but I was sure to never forget that part of him.
“This,” he whispered in return, satisfied with my reaction.
He took my mouth with his in that instant. It wasn’t timid or soft. His kiss was filled with need and desire. Surprisingly, my body took over and matched his hunger. I let my arms wrap around his thick shoulders as he took the kiss deeper.
He was exploring the whole of my mouth and I wanted to beg him to take more of me. He pushed harder against my body and I instinctively arched my hips against his hard shaft.