Very interesting, indeed.
“Faith, are you okay, honey?”
Faith smiled and kept a tight grip on her robe.
“I didn’t mean to barge in. Okay, I did, but I had no idea you were here. I thought you’d gone home. Hell, that’s where Gray went…”
Both women arched an eyebrow at that.
“Gives you time to get to the drugstore,” Julie murmured. “You can come back here and pee on your stick in my bathroom.”
“Yeah, uhm, I think I’ll do that,” Faith said as she hopped down from the table. “Give you two time to do whatever it is you’re going to do.”
As she moved past Nathan, he reached out to cup her elbow. “Faith, are you okay?”
She smiled and reached up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I will be. Don’t blow it this time, okay?”
He grimaced and looked beyond her to Julie as Faith left the room. With determination etched into every one of his features, he advanced toward her.
Julie swallowed, suddenly feeling like a very big fish in a very small bowl.
“Now that we’re finally alone, you’re going to listen to what I have to say,” he said softly.
Chapter 10
Nathan leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Julie’s hips, trapping her where she sat on the massage table. Damn but the man smelled good. She actually found herself leaning more into him, her nose precariously close to the part of his shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck.
“So, uhm, what was it you wanted to say?” she asked casually.
“Date.”
She raised an eyebrow in question.
“You. Me. Date. Go to dinner. Have a normal conversation. Preferably one where you’ll sit through the entire meal, and I don’t have to chase you down.”
Her lips twitched as she battled a smile.
“A date, huh.”
He nodded. “As of now, you’ve never given me a massage. Whatever happened in the past stays there and that includes any misunderstandings that went on in your head.”
“Does that caveman approach work on all the girls?” she asked.
He blinked in confusion then stood back, running a hand over his head. “Damn it, Julie, what do you want from me? For some reason known only to you, you’ve decided to drive me around the bend.”
“And you haven’t driven me nuts over the past few months?” she asked incredulously. “I mean, come on, Nathan. What’s a woman have to do?”
He closed his eyes and blew out his breath. She could swear his lips were moving in an effort to count to ten. She almost laughed out loud. Maybe she wasn’t the only frustrated one here.
He moved back in, crowding her, stepping between her legs so that his heat and delicious scent enveloped her. He cupped her face in his hands and stared down at her, sincerity burning in his eyes.
“Look, can we just start over? Please? My name is Nathan Tucker and I’d love to take you out sometime. Preferably tonight. If you’re available, that is.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled. “Okay, Nathan Tucker. I’d love to go out. Tonight is fine.”
He looked suspiciously at her. “Really? Just like that?”
She nodded, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing. “Amazing what happens when you just ask, isn’t it?”
“I could say the same for you,” he said darkly.
Before she could respond, he leaned down and took her mouth. There was no other term for it. It wasn’t a gentle kiss from someone who was unsure of his reception. It was a kiss from a man starved.
“Mmmm.”
It was all she could muster as he devoured her lips. Warm and soft, his tongue delved into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, over and under and over again. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled.
He crowded in closer until she was at an angle, her face turned up to his. She put her hands down on the table to brace herself as he towered over her. Damn but the man could kiss.
When he pulled away, his breathing was ragged, and his eyes were glazed with passion. He looked totally and utterly flustered, and he didn’t try to hide it behind a Mr. Cool veneer.
He fished in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and thrust it toward her. “Give me your number. I’ll pick you up at seven, if that’s okay.”
She took the piece of paper then slid off the table, bumping against him when her feet hit the floor. He didn’t back away, and for a moment she stood there, her breasts brushing against his chest. Part of her wanted to kiss him again. Hell, she wanted to throw him down on the table and have her wicked way with him, but he was going to have to work for it this time.
She sidestepped him and walked over to where a pen lay on the counter. With a hasty scribble, she wrote down her number, then walked back over to hand it to him.