Okay, she told herself. You’ve had too much beer.
Maybe he thought so too. He broke the tension with a gentle but charming smile. “This is too serious. I should be asking you your favorite movie or where you wish you could go on vacation.”
“To work,” she not-quite-joked. “Obviously.”
“You could cook your way around Europe,” he suggested in the same vein.
“Mm,” she said. “That would be fabulous.”
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Rebecca lived in a single family two-story Victorian. The residence wouldn’t have been fancy even when it was new, but Zane supposed it had character. When he picked her up, she’d explained her brothers’ basement apartment plan. Zane had assured her the strategy wasn’t stupid, and that she’d have no trouble learning how to be a landlord.
“You’re a boss already,” he’d said. “You’re used to keeping on top of things.”
The dumpster hulking in her front yard was less obvious in the dark. As he parked his old silver convertible in her driveway, Zane reminded himself she had a lot of pressures on her: new job, changing home, boys becoming more independent and expecting her to let them. For a person as tightly wound as Rebecca, this wouldn’t be easy. She might not be in the mood to hop into bed with him.
This, needless to say, wasn’t a thought he was used to having about women.
Overall, tonight had left him off kilter. He wondered why he’d told her about his father hitting him. Because she was different than his usual arm candy? Because her brothers had opened a window onto her equally non picket-fence childhood?
Unable to answer, he shut off the engine. By this point, he was half-hard, though he knew better than to look too eager to be invited in. He didn’t want to push Rebecca past her comfort zone. Hell, maybe he didn’t want to push himself. He was seriously attracted to her, more than he’d been to any woman recently.
Ignoring the whiff of danger, he turned in his seat and looked at her. She was sitting forward with her knees together, her thumbnail stuck between her teeth again. The nervous gesture shouldn’t have struck him as so endearing. The compulsion to put her at her ease was strong. One thing he knew for sure: he didn’t want the night to be over yet.
“You know,” he said, his wrist draped over the steering wheel. “I think when Trey and I were students, we lived less than half a mile from here.”
She twisted to face him. The Mercedes’ top was down and the nearest streetlamp lit her fine features. “Really? We could have met and not known it?”
This seemed to intrigue her. Smiling and oddly happy, he reached to brush a pixie wisp from her smooth cheekbone. “I’m just glad we’ve met now.”
“Oh you’re full of it,” she said good-naturedly. “A guy like you could date a different woman every night of the week if you wanted to.”
“A guy like me.”
“You know: gorgeous, successful, in command of himself.”
He liked her description. Enjoying the feel of her downy cheek, he continued stroking his finger over it. “Why can’t I want to date you?”
“Because I’m weird.”
“Maybe I like weird.”
She smiled, her shoulders visibly relaxing. How did she get through every day so tensed up?
“You like cute-weird,” she corrected, teasing him.
“I’m glad your self esteem is sufficient to admit you qualify.”
She laid her adorable blonde head on the seat back, the change in position causing his hand to cup her ear. She might as well have groped his cock. His half hard-on lengthened inside his trousers, swiftly stiffening all the way.
“I had a nice time tonight,” she said. “I liked talking to you.”
“Me too.” He was surprised how much he meant it, and how strongly the need to get inside her surged up in him.
“Will you kiss me good night?” she asked. Her manner wasn’t quite shy, but it wasn’t bold either—as if she wasn’t certain he’d want to.
Zane wanted to kiss her, and a hell of a lot more besides. Chest rumbling with a growl he didn’t mean to utter, he slid as far over as the small car required. She moved toward him simultaneously, her own cry as their lips met completely flattering.#p#分页标题#e#
Oh kissing her was good. She was small and strong and she poured her whole body into answering his passion. There was plenty of that, wave after wave rolling through him, until his dick ached with it. Groaning, he pulled her on top of him. He couldn’t keep his hands from running over her. Her back, her arms, the curve of her narrow waist, all called him to admire them. Her tight little butt obsessed him—its firmness, its roundness, how he could cover half of it with his palm. Her ass made him long to take her in ways he’d only taken Trey until now.