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mince words with him didn’t factor into what she said next. Curiosity got the better of her. “What do you like about my dress?”
His gaze turned serious. He leaned forward and raised his glass to her. “Taking it off of you later.” He gave her a wink and clanked his glass to hers.
Her mouth parted in surprise. Not a sound came out, but the image his words implied played out in her head.
The chatter of conversations from the other diners surrounded them, but they didn’t notice. They sat and looked deeply at one another.
Kelli barely tasted the grilled chicken entrée or the fine wine that never ended. She couldn’t keep her thoughts focused for more than five minutes on anything but Carter and his earlier toast. Embarrassed, Kelli diverted her eyes from him when he looked at her and took the liberty of stealing glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Rich colors of brown and khaki made him as sinfully decadent to look at as the rich chocolate cake that they shared for dessert tasted. Tonight, his hair fell loose around his shoulders. She wanted to run her fingers through it.
During the dessert course, images of Carter licking crème off her body flashed in her mind. No doubt about it, I want him, pure and simple . She tried to speak the words to make known her longing, but she couldn’t get them out. She took a sip of the Irish coffee she drank, hoping the extra alcohol inside would give her courage.
When they left the restaurant, neither of them said a word as they walked to the Corvette. His hand heated the spot on her back that he touched, sending a spark of anticipation to ignite inside her. He held the door open for her. She turned to him. “There’s something I’ve wanted to say.”
“Okay, what?”
She gazed into his eyes and got lost in the depths of the windows to his soul. The moment lasted longer than necessary. Now what? What small bits of wisdom would she say to tell him that she wanted him? Would she look like a woman who didn’t know what she was doing? She leaned against the door. He stepped forward in close proximity of her personal space.
“Carter, I…”
He leaned in and kissed her, stopping the momentum of her comment. He tasted of Irish coffee. He stepped back. “Get in,” he instructed.
She didn’t bother to retry her statement. Her mind mellowed with his kiss. Once she got in, he shut the door to join her. As the car drove away from the restaurant, her courage to tell him she wanted him stayed in the parking lot along with the dissipating need for him.
During the ride home, concentrating on one particular thing proved a difficult task. Kelli focused her attention on the sound of the Corvette’s motor. The vibrations of it hummed through her seat and tickled the spot that desired Carter’s touch. She shifted in her seat to take advantage of the vibrations droning underneath her. The intensity of the sensations touched her clit in a way that made her want to jump in the driver’s seat and beg Carter to touch her. An agonizing inner battle ensued as she fought the urges between behaving like a proper lady and acting similar to a ravenous tigress that wanted his flesh on hers.
Carter inhaled deeply, and then reached over and placed his hand on her leg. His fingers skirted softly on the hem of her dress before they vanished under the material.
Kelli froze. As much as she wanted him to touch her, to take her and do all the things her body begged for and her mind fantasized, she couldn’t find the words to convey her thoughts to him.
The moment of silence didn’t matter. Carter somehow knew. He pulled the Corvette into a darkened park, pushed the gearshift into place, and turned off the motor. He adjusted in his seat, unbuckled his seat belt, and then hers. He skimmed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“I know what you want, Kelli.”
“How can you possibly know what I want?” she asked, closing her eyes to the delicate touch of his thumb on her
His gaze turned serious. He leaned forward and raised his glass to her. “Taking it off of you later.” He gave her a wink and clanked his glass to hers.
Her mouth parted in surprise. Not a sound came out, but the image his words implied played out in her head.
The chatter of conversations from the other diners surrounded them, but they didn’t notice. They sat and looked deeply at one another.
Kelli barely tasted the grilled chicken entrée or the fine wine that never ended. She couldn’t keep her thoughts focused for more than five minutes on anything but Carter and his earlier toast. Embarrassed, Kelli diverted her eyes from him when he looked at her and took the liberty of stealing glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Rich colors of brown and khaki made him as sinfully decadent to look at as the rich chocolate cake that they shared for dessert tasted. Tonight, his hair fell loose around his shoulders. She wanted to run her fingers through it.
During the dessert course, images of Carter licking crème off her body flashed in her mind. No doubt about it, I want him, pure and simple . She tried to speak the words to make known her longing, but she couldn’t get them out. She took a sip of the Irish coffee she drank, hoping the extra alcohol inside would give her courage.
When they left the restaurant, neither of them said a word as they walked to the Corvette. His hand heated the spot on her back that he touched, sending a spark of anticipation to ignite inside her. He held the door open for her. She turned to him. “There’s something I’ve wanted to say.”
“Okay, what?”
She gazed into his eyes and got lost in the depths of the windows to his soul. The moment lasted longer than necessary. Now what? What small bits of wisdom would she say to tell him that she wanted him? Would she look like a woman who didn’t know what she was doing? She leaned against the door. He stepped forward in close proximity of her personal space.
“Carter, I…”
He leaned in and kissed her, stopping the momentum of her comment. He tasted of Irish coffee. He stepped back. “Get in,” he instructed.
She didn’t bother to retry her statement. Her mind mellowed with his kiss. Once she got in, he shut the door to join her. As the car drove away from the restaurant, her courage to tell him she wanted him stayed in the parking lot along with the dissipating need for him.
During the ride home, concentrating on one particular thing proved a difficult task. Kelli focused her attention on the sound of the Corvette’s motor. The vibrations of it hummed through her seat and tickled the spot that desired Carter’s touch. She shifted in her seat to take advantage of the vibrations droning underneath her. The intensity of the sensations touched her clit in a way that made her want to jump in the driver’s seat and beg Carter to touch her. An agonizing inner battle ensued as she fought the urges between behaving like a proper lady and acting similar to a ravenous tigress that wanted his flesh on hers.
Carter inhaled deeply, and then reached over and placed his hand on her leg. His fingers skirted softly on the hem of her dress before they vanished under the material.
Kelli froze. As much as she wanted him to touch her, to take her and do all the things her body begged for and her mind fantasized, she couldn’t find the words to convey her thoughts to him.
The moment of silence didn’t matter. Carter somehow knew. He pulled the Corvette into a darkened park, pushed the gearshift into place, and turned off the motor. He adjusted in his seat, unbuckled his seat belt, and then hers. He skimmed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“I know what you want, Kelli.”
“How can you possibly know what I want?” she asked, closing her eyes to the delicate touch of his thumb on her
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