strength, he began calmer, “Natalie your kiss makes me feel things that I’m not used to. And before you jump on your soapbox, I’m not saying it in a derogatory way. For crying out loud, I know you don’t know me very well, but what did I do that would give you the impression that I am some sort of masochist?”
Watching this big masculine man tell her she had effectively hurt his feelings gave Natalie the courage to ask, “You mean, I’m not a bad kisser or so inept at it that you would rethink our agreement?”
That one question told him so much information. It confirmed his suspicion of how little self-confidence she truly had. It also told him what little assurance she took in his word.
“You are far from inept Natalie, in any subject, so please get that thought out of your pretty little head,” Dylan answered, hoping she would take his advice.
Pretty. It isn’t the first time he had used such a term in regards to her. Could he really mean it? Could she make a man, like Dylan Cross, feel anything other than pity? Natalie had to admit she was curious to find out.
“I think we should call it a night. I would like to take you out for dinner tomorrow night, if your schedule allows it. We can talk and get to know each other better. You can tell me a little bit more about your Mom,” Dylan said, as he stepped closer to her and reached out to tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her ear.
“Like a date?” The words left Natalie’s mouth before she had time to think about their effect.
Giving a little chuckle, because frankly, he didn’t know what else to do, Dylan just nodded his head. He answered with a genuine smile, “Yes Natalie, a date. They are quite common in relationships.”
As he watched the smile spread across her face, he could see she was trying to analyze his wording. He efficiently stopped the course of doubt that he could tell was bouncing around in her pretty little head, by placing his index finger against her soft lips and saying, “Sshhh. No more qualms.”
“Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” He opened the door and allowed her to leave first as he shut the light off. He resumed his position next to her with his hand around her waist. They made their way out through the crowded bar. Dylan stopped to pay their tab and waived to Mary. When they stepped out into the cooler air, he draped his arm around Natalie’s shoulders and led the way to her car. He waited as she unlocked the car and slid behind the wheel. She could not close the door because he was leaning inward with one hand on the top of the car and the other on top of the doorframe.
“So, give me your address and number Natalie and I’ll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night.”
“Uh, well, why don’t you just tell me where and I’ll meet you there?” Natalie tried but knew by his expression that he would not allow it.
“Nice try, Babe. You can either give it to me now, or I can have a friend of mine run your plates. Either way I’ll be at your place tomorrow night at 7:00,” Dylan said with a sexy smirk.
“You would not dare,” Natalie said appalled.
Not being able to resist and needing to get his point across, Dylan said, as he leaned in and gave her a quick hard kiss against her lips, “You’ll soon learn that there isn’t anything I would not do concerning you, sexually included.”
When he saw her cheeks flush, he smiled and winked at her to seal his promise. He watched as she wrote on a scrap of paper an address and phone number and then said good night. He stepped back and watched as she drove off. He looked at the scrap of paper knowing the address area well and for some reason it rang a bell, but he could not recall why. He brought the paper to his nose, it smelled of her and he all of a sudden could not wait until tomorrow night.
~SIX~
“O k, what gives? You’ve been in an extremely good mood all day, and honestly, it is starting to get annoying,” Seth said, as he returned from lunch
Watching this big masculine man tell her she had effectively hurt his feelings gave Natalie the courage to ask, “You mean, I’m not a bad kisser or so inept at it that you would rethink our agreement?”
That one question told him so much information. It confirmed his suspicion of how little self-confidence she truly had. It also told him what little assurance she took in his word.
“You are far from inept Natalie, in any subject, so please get that thought out of your pretty little head,” Dylan answered, hoping she would take his advice.
Pretty. It isn’t the first time he had used such a term in regards to her. Could he really mean it? Could she make a man, like Dylan Cross, feel anything other than pity? Natalie had to admit she was curious to find out.
“I think we should call it a night. I would like to take you out for dinner tomorrow night, if your schedule allows it. We can talk and get to know each other better. You can tell me a little bit more about your Mom,” Dylan said, as he stepped closer to her and reached out to tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her ear.
“Like a date?” The words left Natalie’s mouth before she had time to think about their effect.
Giving a little chuckle, because frankly, he didn’t know what else to do, Dylan just nodded his head. He answered with a genuine smile, “Yes Natalie, a date. They are quite common in relationships.”
As he watched the smile spread across her face, he could see she was trying to analyze his wording. He efficiently stopped the course of doubt that he could tell was bouncing around in her pretty little head, by placing his index finger against her soft lips and saying, “Sshhh. No more qualms.”
“Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” He opened the door and allowed her to leave first as he shut the light off. He resumed his position next to her with his hand around her waist. They made their way out through the crowded bar. Dylan stopped to pay their tab and waived to Mary. When they stepped out into the cooler air, he draped his arm around Natalie’s shoulders and led the way to her car. He waited as she unlocked the car and slid behind the wheel. She could not close the door because he was leaning inward with one hand on the top of the car and the other on top of the doorframe.
“So, give me your address and number Natalie and I’ll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night.”
“Uh, well, why don’t you just tell me where and I’ll meet you there?” Natalie tried but knew by his expression that he would not allow it.
“Nice try, Babe. You can either give it to me now, or I can have a friend of mine run your plates. Either way I’ll be at your place tomorrow night at 7:00,” Dylan said with a sexy smirk.
“You would not dare,” Natalie said appalled.
Not being able to resist and needing to get his point across, Dylan said, as he leaned in and gave her a quick hard kiss against her lips, “You’ll soon learn that there isn’t anything I would not do concerning you, sexually included.”
When he saw her cheeks flush, he smiled and winked at her to seal his promise. He watched as she wrote on a scrap of paper an address and phone number and then said good night. He stepped back and watched as she drove off. He looked at the scrap of paper knowing the address area well and for some reason it rang a bell, but he could not recall why. He brought the paper to his nose, it smelled of her and he all of a sudden could not wait until tomorrow night.
~SIX~
“O k, what gives? You’ve been in an extremely good mood all day, and honestly, it is starting to get annoying,” Seth said, as he returned from lunch
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