“Oh my God, Keegan!” Blakely smacks him in the chest. “Go make us some popcorn.” She pushes him toward the kitchen. “Have fun, guys!”
“But not too much fun!” Keegan calls back as they disappear.
Once they’re gone, my attention turns to Kolton. He’s dressed in a forest green, short-sleeved collared shirt that shows off the ink on his forearms and biceps, a pair of nice blue jeans, and black dress shoes. His wrist holds a chunky silver watch. He’s shaved since I saw him earlier, leaving only enough to be considered a five o’clock shadow, and when he steps closer, I smell a light scent of vanilla mixed with woods.
“You look beautiful, Sierra. Fucking gorgeous.” His words are softly spoken, so Zane can’t hear. “That dress…” He rakes his eyes down my body, sending goose bumps along my flesh. “I think I made a mistake.”
“What? Why?” I breathe. He asked for this date over and over again, and now he’s not sure? I don’t understand. Is it what I’m wearing? I glance down at myself. I went with a pale pink floaty dress and a pair of knee-high suede boots since I wasn’t sure if he would be picking me up on his motorcycle.
“I wanted you all to myself, so I planned to take you back to my place, but seeing you dressed like this with your makeup and hair done… It feels like it’s a damn waste not to take you out and show you off.” He runs his fingers along the edge of my dress where it meets my collarbone, and the area between my legs clench in sudden need. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been looked at and appreciated like Kolton’s doing right now.
“C’mon, Romeo.” I hook my arm in his. “I promise you this dress will not go to waste.”
As suspected, Kolton drove his bike over here. He climbs on, and I follow. Because the bottom of my dress is flowy, I’m able to sit behind him without exposing myself to the entire town of Carterville. But when Kolton takes off, and his hand lands on the exposed flesh of my thigh, I couldn’t care less about the town or the people or anyone besides Kolton.
With my body up against his, my center rubs against his lower back, causing friction. The sensation causes my nipples to pebble through my thin bra and dress, and I tighten my legs, wondering if Kolton can sense how turned on I am.
All too quickly, we arrive at his place. He places his hand in mine to help me off the bike, and the sparks between us flow like a live electrical current.
“This is it,” he says, closing the door behind us. “I made dinner. Are you hungry?” My eyes meet his, and I know he’s feeling what I’m feeling. The thick sexual tension. The desire to touch each other. The need to be close to each other. But this is only our first date. You don’t have sex on the first date, right?
“I’m starving,” I say, my voice breathy.
His brows rise, understanding my double innuendo. “Good. I am too.” Lacing our fingers, he walks us to the dining room. The lights are dim, and table is set with beautiful-looking china. In the center, he turns on two electric candles to illuminate the room along with a bottle of wine.
He releases my hand and uncorks the wine, pouring us each a glass. “To our first date,” he says with a sexy grin, making my insides turn to mush.
“To us,” I agree. We clink our glasses, and he throws his back like a shot, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. A fantasy of me licking down each ridge of his throat and sucking on his flesh hits me hard.
It suddenly feels hot in here, so I down my own glass and grab the bottle to pour myself some more.
“You okay?” he asks, his tone more knowing than concerned.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Just… hot.” I lift my hair to emphasize my point, but since the burning ache comes from inside me, it does nothing to put the flames out.
Kolton steps closer, and the air thickens, making it hard to breathe, to function, to think clearly. “I can see the look on your face,” he murmurs. “The flush creeping up your neck… I can see the way your squeezing your thighs together… And if I were any less of a gentleman, I would act on it. I would pull that dress up to your waist and pull your underwear down your thighs, and then I would ravish every inch of your body until you begged me to make you come. But I didn’t bring you back here to fuck you, and if I do just that, you’re going to think I did. And like I told you before, Sierra, I want you long term. Not for the night or the weekend… I want you forever. So, instead of letting my dick call the shots, I’m going to grab our dinner warming in the kitchen, and we’re going to eat and talk.”