“Are we going to sit in here all night, or do you want to come inside?”
I look up, confused as to how we got to her house so quickly, and more importantly, how did it happen without me realizing it, considering I’m behind the wheel.
“I have an early morning tomorrow,” I explain, and my cock threatens to revolt in my slacks. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
I don’t know if she’s upset or confused with my response to her offer, but she stays in the truck, giving me time to help her out instead of popping out like she did at the restaurant.
I turn her to face me before she can slide the key into the lock because the closer I get, the more I want to join her. Her smile is still in place, but it’s not reaching her eyes the way it did earlier at dinner. She’s disappointed. Hell, I’m disappointed as well, but I’ve made up my mind.
“I had a great time,” I tell her.
She nods, her eyes dropping to my chest.
“Do you kiss on the first date?”
She looks up at me, her eyes bright with mischief. “I’d planned on fu—”
I press my mouth to hers before filthy things can slip out. I only have so much strength right now.
Her hands tangle in my shirt, her body lining up with mine, and the half-problem in my slacks becomes a full-on situation. She whimpers as she grinds against me, our tongues tangling with passion.
I may not be going inside with her, but I don’t resist the need to grab a handful of her amazing ass and pull her even tighter against me. When she lifts one leg up, wrapping it around the back of mine so she can get even closer, I’m certain I lose half of my remaining sanity.
I nip at her bottom lip when she comes up for air, wanting to kick myself for turning her down.
“I had an amazing time,” I say, uncaring that I’ve already told her this once.
“There’s an even greater time to be had inside.”
“Super early morning,” I tell her, pecking her lips in consolation.
“Aren’t Marines accustomed to sleepless nights?”
Tempting damn devil.
“We’ll get to all of that soon,” I promise, leaning in for one more kiss.
It turns nearly feral almost immediately, but I somehow manage to back away without discovering if she was telling the truth earlier about being nearly naked under her damn dress.
“Soon,” I vow as I back away.
Her chest is heaving, and it thrills me with how turned on she is right now. I’m not a stranger to the effect our chemistry has on me either.
“Thank you for this evening,” she whispers.
I back away, giving her a small wave, but I stand on her sidewalk until she locks herself inside.
I stand there just a while longer, my body refusing to leave her, my cock begging me not to be stupid right now.
Eventually, I manage to climb into the SUV and leave.
I have to jack off twice when I get back to the clubhouse before my cock finally decides to calm down enough to let me sleep.
Chapter 12
Faith
Work is my safe space. It’s the one place I can show up and black everything else out. Ethan Packwood has managed to ruin that for me.
Since last night, there’s been this electric current swarming me, this energy that’s keeping my blood running a little hotter than normal. It prevented me from getting a good night’s sleep. It woke me before my alarm went off. It hasn’t dissipated at all, and the buzz is so strong I didn’t bother to grab coffee on the way to work.
I get a similar feeling when I’m getting ready to walk into court on a case I have doubts about. It’s a nervous sort of heat, but instead of it being in my arms and chest, my body’s reaction to Ethan has settled a little lower.
Damn Ethan Packwood.
Pack. Wood.
“You can call me Legend. Ask me why.”
Needless to say, I now know. The man is most definitely packing wood, and there’s no doubt if he even has an average amount of skill controlling that thing in his pants, then he is in fact a legend. I know it’s a little insane to hate every single woman who has had any sort of experience with the man, and especially the ones that helped him earn his name.
I’m a very logical woman, but these feelings are incredibly foreign to me.
Thinking about anyone constantly is dangerous, but I should be grateful that there is a lull in my casework right now. I’d never forgive myself if I missed a clue or something that would help a client because I can’t focus long enough to get anything done.
“Faith?”
I snap my head up from the brief I’ve been trying to read for the last hour to see Pauline standing in my open doorway.