apartment. “Thanks for going out with me tonight.”
“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.”
John wanted to kiss her. Hell, he wanted a lot more than that, but he restrained. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Okay.”
Meg smiled. “Okay. Good night.”
“Sleep tight, Megan,” he said softly. Despite temptation, he turned and left her.
Chapter Eleven
Three dates. Three perfect dates. And John hadn’t so much as kissed Meg goodnight. While she appreciated him taking it slow and being a gentleman and all that, she was officially starting to feel slighted. Never before had a man gone three dates without at least giving her a peck on the cheek when he dropped her off.
Tonight she was going to get a peck. She was determined. She had invited him to her place for dinner and a movie. But this would be dinner and a movie Meg and John style. While it was great to eat out at fancy restaurants, they had always been more about pizza and beer than surf and turf. She wanted this night to be about them, not about him trying to impress or woo her. She didn’t need wooed. She was more than aware of what John had to offer.
The pizza had been ordered, the beer was in the fridge, and she had rented several really terrible disaster movies. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, a far cry from the dresses and heels he’d seen her in the last few times. While she didn’t feel quite as sexy, she felt much more like herself, and when she opened the door at the sound of his knock, she was happy to see him in jeans as well.
She took a plastic bag from his hand as he stepped into her apartment. “What’s this?”
“Junk food.”
“Something chocolate, I hope.”
“You know it.”
“Perfect.” She carried the bag to kitchen. “Pizza’s on the way. You want a beer?”
“Please.” He sank onto the sofa.
She handed him a bottle as she reached for the DVDs. “Massive destruction by volcano or tornadoes?”
“Volcano.”
“Sweet!” When there was a knock at the door, she glanced back to find he was already rising. While she started the movie, he paid for the pizza, and then they settled on the sofa.
They were about halfway through the first movie when John got up and refreshed their drinks. Meg grinned when he sat closer to her upon his return—close enough that she could feel his heat. She sat still for a few minutes and then shifted her feet under her, giving her the excuse to lean a bit closer to him. He readjusted next, and when she squirmed again, she didn’t stop until she was against his side. His arm fell causally around her and her hand dropped to his knee.
He pulled her closer and her heart flipped in her chest. His cheek pressed to her head and she closed her eyes as her entire body reacted to the tickle of his breath flowing over her neck. Her attempt at seducing a kiss goodnight from him suddenly didn’t seem like enough.
Stop stalling, the voice in her head said for the millionth time. You know where this is going.
“John,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“If you leave me again, I’ll never forgive you.”
“I know.”
Turning her head, she caught his mouth with hers. She may have intended something soft and sweet, but as soon as they made contact, everything she’d been holding back poured out of her. She shifted her body, draped her leg over his, and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her tongue pushed into his open mouth. His arms went around her and pulled her onto him so she was straddling his lap. She tugged at his shirt while he tugged at hers until they separated long enough to discard their clothing, and then his lips were on her neck.
She moaned his name, fisted his hair, and encouraged him to move lower. He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and flicked his tongue over one of her nipples as she ground her groin to his. A sound left him, somewhere between a growl and a moan, that made her want to scream. Hell, she may have, because he stood up
“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.”
John wanted to kiss her. Hell, he wanted a lot more than that, but he restrained. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Okay.”
Meg smiled. “Okay. Good night.”
“Sleep tight, Megan,” he said softly. Despite temptation, he turned and left her.
Chapter Eleven
Three dates. Three perfect dates. And John hadn’t so much as kissed Meg goodnight. While she appreciated him taking it slow and being a gentleman and all that, she was officially starting to feel slighted. Never before had a man gone three dates without at least giving her a peck on the cheek when he dropped her off.
Tonight she was going to get a peck. She was determined. She had invited him to her place for dinner and a movie. But this would be dinner and a movie Meg and John style. While it was great to eat out at fancy restaurants, they had always been more about pizza and beer than surf and turf. She wanted this night to be about them, not about him trying to impress or woo her. She didn’t need wooed. She was more than aware of what John had to offer.
The pizza had been ordered, the beer was in the fridge, and she had rented several really terrible disaster movies. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, a far cry from the dresses and heels he’d seen her in the last few times. While she didn’t feel quite as sexy, she felt much more like herself, and when she opened the door at the sound of his knock, she was happy to see him in jeans as well.
She took a plastic bag from his hand as he stepped into her apartment. “What’s this?”
“Junk food.”
“Something chocolate, I hope.”
“You know it.”
“Perfect.” She carried the bag to kitchen. “Pizza’s on the way. You want a beer?”
“Please.” He sank onto the sofa.
She handed him a bottle as she reached for the DVDs. “Massive destruction by volcano or tornadoes?”
“Volcano.”
“Sweet!” When there was a knock at the door, she glanced back to find he was already rising. While she started the movie, he paid for the pizza, and then they settled on the sofa.
They were about halfway through the first movie when John got up and refreshed their drinks. Meg grinned when he sat closer to her upon his return—close enough that she could feel his heat. She sat still for a few minutes and then shifted her feet under her, giving her the excuse to lean a bit closer to him. He readjusted next, and when she squirmed again, she didn’t stop until she was against his side. His arm fell causally around her and her hand dropped to his knee.
He pulled her closer and her heart flipped in her chest. His cheek pressed to her head and she closed her eyes as her entire body reacted to the tickle of his breath flowing over her neck. Her attempt at seducing a kiss goodnight from him suddenly didn’t seem like enough.
Stop stalling, the voice in her head said for the millionth time. You know where this is going.
“John,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“If you leave me again, I’ll never forgive you.”
“I know.”
Turning her head, she caught his mouth with hers. She may have intended something soft and sweet, but as soon as they made contact, everything she’d been holding back poured out of her. She shifted her body, draped her leg over his, and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her tongue pushed into his open mouth. His arms went around her and pulled her onto him so she was straddling his lap. She tugged at his shirt while he tugged at hers until they separated long enough to discard their clothing, and then his lips were on her neck.
She moaned his name, fisted his hair, and encouraged him to move lower. He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and flicked his tongue over one of her nipples as she ground her groin to his. A sound left him, somewhere between a growl and a moan, that made her want to scream. Hell, she may have, because he stood up
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