I kissed her slowly, taking my time. My hands were on her neck, and I could feel her pulse beating in her throat. I moved my mouth across her jawline and felt it speed up.
“Wait,” she gasped.
I stopped, my mouth just below her ear. “I thought you wanted more.”
“I do. There’s just a steering wheel digging into my back.”
“Not enough real estate in here to kiss you.” I scooted over and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her, holding her as tightly as I could. “That’s a damn shame.”
“We could just go up.” She leaned back and pointed to her apartment.
I tried not to get too caught up in what arching her back did to her front.
“Although it might be too much real estate. Especially since Abi isn’t home.”
Lily. Me. Alone. Arching. I groaned.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“The way you feel, and taste, and empty real estate … sounds really tempting.”
“Yes. I’d like to take you upstairs and kiss you cross-eyed.”
“I’d like to be taken upstairs.” And do a whole lot more than kiss.
She read between the lines like a champ. “Then any real estate that involves an empty bedroom and a serious lack of supervision probably isn’t the wisest choice right now.”
“You don’t make me feel like being wise.” I touched my lips to hers again, pulled her body even closer to mine. “I want to be with you.”
“Kaleb.”
“Not because of this.” I gestured to her in my arms. “Because of you.”
A smile teased across her lips. “I have to go close up shop.”
“How long will it take you?” I asked. “I’ll wait.”
She raised one eyebrow.
“Just to make sure you get home okay.” I raised my hands innocently. “Swear.”
“It’s okay. I could be a while.” She bent down to the floorboard to retrieve her apron and slipped it over her head. “I should really do a round of baking prep before I leave.”
“I’m staying. I don’t want you here alone.” I didn’t want to give Jack any openings to do more damage.
“I do this all the time.”
“Now you don’t have to. Please. You know I’m excellent in the kitchen.”
“You’re probably excellent everywhere.”
“I look forward to testing that theory.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss her again.
“Stop,” she protested, but she was teasing. “I will resist your charms. For now. But if you want to help me bake, come on.”
“Wait.” When my phone rang, I grabbed her apron strings, not ready to let her go yet. It was Dune.
“Yeah?” I held up one finger when she giggled.