hands touched and her breath caught on a surge of desire she should have seen coming, but didn’t. Drawing in a deep breath, she said, “Thanks, and thanks again for a wonderful evening.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He suddenly stopped talking and frowned. “I hear conversation inside your home.”
She chuckled. “Relax. It’s the television. I rarely turn it off.”
“Why?”
“A habit I acquired after college when I began living alone. Too much silence drives me mad.”
“I see.”
She wondered if he truly did. It drove her siblings crazy and whenever they visited, they muted her set. Unlike her, they preferred quiet.
“Would you consider going out with me again, Joy?”
She smiled up at him. “Yes. Hopefully it won’t take us another six months.”
The sound of his ensuing chuckle sent desire pounding through her veins. She thought what she was experiencing was utterly ridiculous. Since when did the sound of a male chuckle do something to her? Like remind her that she hadn’t slept with a guy in almost two years?
“We can hope,” he said. “Maybe I should try getting on your schedule now before I leave,” he said.
Her smile faded. “Leave? You’re off again?”
“Yes. I fly out tomorrow for New York, and from there to London.”
“Oh.” She tried keeping the disappointment out of her voice. She didn’t have a reason to be disappointed, really. It wasn’t like they were a real couple or anything. They’d had their date, although it had taken nearly six months to happen. The important thing was that it had happened. And she was glad it had. “Sounds like an interesting trip. When will you be back?”
“In a couple of weeks.”
Had she imagined it or had he just eased a little closer to her? “You will be missed,” she heard herself say.
“Will I?”
“Yes. I still drop by that café on Monroe Street most mornings for coffee and at Shady Reds on Fridays for beer,” she said. “When you’re out of town I miss seeing you around.” It was more than that and she knew it. “Would you like to come inside for a drink?”
He inched even closer. “What if I said a drink isn’t all I’d want once I’m inside, Joy?”
Wow! Was this the same man who’d been so careful to maintain his role as a gentleman earlier tonight that he’d refrained from kissing her...until she’d egged him on? “And what else would you want?”
“To finish that kiss, for starters.”
“For starters?”
“Yes, for starters,” he said in a deep, husky tone.
She drew in a long, pulsing breath. At least she knew what to expect, but did Stonewall? If he assumed he would be the captain sailing this ship, then he was vastly mistaken.
Now she was the one to inch forward, and she could tell by the look in his eyes he was a little surprised by the move. Surprised and pleased, just like when she had taken a bold approach earlier.
“Be forewarned, Stonewall Courson. Once you cross over my threshold, you’re on my turf.”
He held her gaze and she felt the heat. “Meaning?”
“Meaning I’ll be calling the shots. What do you have to say about that?”
A smile curved his lips. “I say bring it on.”
* * *
STONEWALL HAD HOPED when he’d parked his car in Joy’s driveway that their time together wouldn’t end on her doorstep. Now as he glanced around the huge living room, he felt a sense of relief that it hadn’t. Yes, she might be calling the shots, but he was determined to get a few points in nonetheless.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks. I’m taking this cake to the kitchen. While I’m there, what can I get you to drink?”
“A beer would be appreciated if you have one.”
“I do. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a sec.”
Stonewall watched her leave, appreciating the sway of her hips. He drew in a deep breath and felt his body heat from anticipation. Of what? He couldn’t be sure, when she was determined to call the shots.
He glanced around the room again. On the drive to her place she’d told him she’d purchased the house a year ago. Upon moving to Charlottesville she had leased an apartment close by and would jog in this neighborhood of historical homes every morning. When this particular house had gone up for sale she had contacted the Realtor immediately and placed a down payment on it. According to Joy, there had been things about the area that she’d liked—the quiet community as well as the treelined streets and a majestic view of the mountains in the distance.
The first thing he’d noticed was just how neat and tidy her home was. Not a single item out of place. Even the pillows on the leather sofa seemed in perfect alignment. What looked like a seventy-inch television hung above a white brick fireplace. She’d mentioned her home’s proximity to just about everything: shopping, fast-food places and grocery stores. All those things would be advantageous with her hectic schedule.
“I hope I didn’t take too long,” she said, returning with two bottles of beer.
He’d noticed at some point she’d removed her shoes, and seeing her out of them was just as sexy as seeing her in them. “No, but I did miss you while you were gone.”
“Did you?” she asked, handing him one of the bottles.
“Sure did. And thanks,” he said, taking the cold bottle from her and suddenly feeling hot from the brief touch of their fingers. “We’re going to have to do something about that sooner or later, you know.”
He wondered if she would pretend not to know what he was talking about and was glad that she didn’t. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Were you?” he asked, screwing off the cap to the beer bottle. He took a long, delicious gulp and licked his lips afterward. It was then he noticed she was standing there staring at him. He lifted a brow. “Is anything wrong, Joy?”
* * *
“NO, THERE’S NOTHING WRONG.” Joy knew there was no way a woman could tell a man that the mere sight of him drinking a beer, of his muscles in his throat flexing as he swallowed, was a total turn-on. And it didn’t help matters that she knew the shape and fullness of those lips he’d placed on the beer bottle, mainly because they had been on her mouth earlier. The memory of their kiss almost made her groan, and she quickly uncapped her beer and took a swig. She needed the taste of the cold liquid to cool off the rush of desire clawing at her.
“Joy?”
She
