Creek couldn’t believe that he was letting the night end. He wanted to just sit in his vehicle and watch her, look at her and revel in her smile. She was so beautiful and her eyes, damn, her eyes were making him lose it! Well, not to mention her voice! Ah hell, her voice was soft and lilting, so sweet. But when she laughed, that husky sound just ripped at his control, making him want to pull her closer, onto his lap so that he could do things to her mouth that she probably didn’t know existed.
She was everything sweet and pure, and he was completely fascinated with her. While he was…not. Sweet and pure, that is.
If he were a better man, he would drive away from Violet tonight, and never talk to her again, never sully her with his presence.
But he couldn’t. There was something about her, something that called to him. He needed her in ways that he’d probably never understand.
When she stepped out of his SUV, he wanted to pull her back, to run his fingers through her hair and find out what she tasted like.
If it had been any other woman, Creek would have already been in bed with her, enjoying the evening in a different way. But when Creek held the door open for her and held her hand as she stepped down onto the gravel parking lot, he could honestly say that he’d never enjoyed an evening more.
“I’ll walk you to your door,” he told her as he walked her up the wooden stairs to her apartment. She was right, there wasn’t a great deal of space for two people to move, but this was the first time he’d allowed himself to touch her all night and he wasn’t losing this opportunity. He wanted her. Badly!
But he could feel the trembling in her hands and saw the nervousness in her eyes. So he wasn’t going through with all of the fantasies that were running through his mind, most of which involved that soft, husky laugh of hers that shot lust right down his body.
She pulled her keys out and, being the gentleman that he was struggling to be, he took her keys, unlocked her door and then stepped back, handing her keys to her again.
“Thank you again for a nice night,” she told him.
He took her hand to stop her from going inside. “Did I bore you tonight?” he asked.
Violet’s eyes flashed up to his. “Bore me? No! Not at all! In fact, I did all of the talking, and I’m so sorry that I bored you to tears.”
He laughed, a soft, gravelly sound that Violet suspected he didn’t use very often. “You didn’t bore me at all, Violet. I want to see you again, if you have time.”
The smile that lit up her features with that comment made his stomach muscles tighten. Damn it, did she have any idea what she did to a man when she looked up at him like that?
Probably not, he sighed. Reining in his lust, again, he took both of her hands. “Can I take you out to dinner again tomorrow night?” he suggested.
Her smile brightened and she stepped closer, her trembling increasing but she wanted so badly for him to kiss her. “On one condition,” she replied back, whispering because the moment didn’t seem like it could take any loud noises.
“What’s that?” he asked, and moved even closer, his fingers moving from her hands to wrap lightly around her waist.
“We don’t go to a fancy restaurant,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to look at his mouth.
“You didn’t like the meal tonight?”
She chuckled, and forced her eyes back up to his. Was he ever going to kiss her? “Dinner was wonderful. But it was too expensive. Let me make you dinner tomorrow night.”
Creek thought about that for a long moment. If Violet made dinner for him, they would be in her apartment and he was fairly sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold back from trying to make love to her. The idea of a slap on his face because he moved too quickly with her made his body discard the idea quickly.
“It might be better if I take you out again. Same time?” he asked, as he slowly lowered his head.
“I’m a good cook,” she promised but her lashes were lowering in anticipation of his kiss. Finally! All night, she’d been thinking of what this man would be like when he kissed her.
Wow! That was her last though before everything left her mind. Her hands shifted up to his shoulders as his lips touched hers. Ever so gently at first, but when she moved closer, pressing her body against his as if that were the most obvious and natural thing in the world to do, his hands moved from resting at her waist to wrapping around her waist, pulling her up against him. Hard.
She gasped with the first contact, but then his mouth moved against hers, the friction making her mind fizzle. Everything inside of her went wild, needing more. Her fingers moved over his shoulders, feeling his muscles contract under her fingertips. When she lifted onto her tiptoes to get closer, he bent lower, deepening the kiss.