have you had a lot of experience with men?”
The seriousness of his voice and the intensity of his gaze implied much more than the simple words of his question. “If you’re asking, am I a slut, the answer is no.” She raised her chin. “I’m pretty particular about who I date.”
“You must not be too picky, since you agreed to go out with me.”
“Maybe the Man Tamer thinks the Wild Man would be an interesting challenge,” she said.
Did she imagine the spark of interest in his eyes? He said nothing as their meals were set in front of them. He attacked his steak with gusto. Watching a man devour food was not normally high on Rachel’s list of preferred activities, but she had to admit, there was something about the passion with which Garret ate that did funny things to her insides.
The atmosphere of the entire meal was charged, her senses heightened. The food tasted better, the wine was sweeter and she was keenly aware of the man across from her—the scent of his aftershave, the warmth of his leg when it brushed hers, the heat of his gaze on her.
He paid the check and, in silence, they walked to his truck. He stopped before opening the passenger door and turned her to face him. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now,” he said. Then he kissed her.
There was nothing tentative or hesitant about this kiss. His lips covered hers, staking a claim, sending a rush of feeling through her. Garret kissed the same way he played lacrosse or ate a steak—with his whole focus and great skill. His tongue teased her, sending molten currents through every limb. One hand caressed her shoulder, gently kneading, while the other hand braced against the trunk. She was caught between the cool metal and the hard heat of his body yet she could think of no place she would rather be at the moment.
She was breathless and light-headed—and very aroused—when he finally broke away. The devilish light in his eyes made her legs even more wobbly. “I should warn you,” he said. “Winning makes me horny.”
She managed a shaky laugh. “I have a feeling breathing makes you horny,” she said.
“Only around you.” He inhaled deeply. “I like your perfume.”
“I’m not wearing perfume.”
“Even better.” He opened the door and touched her elbow. “Want to come back to my place? Just for coffee.”
That hadn’t been a just for coffee kiss but she let it slide. Better to go with the flow tonight. “I’d love that.” Even if they really only had coffee, she wanted to see his place. You could tell a lot about a man from his apartment.
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