Page 21 of Wine & Dine

“We should kiss,” I say, sounding awkward and fifteen instead of fifty. “I mean, we gave each other orgasms. We should at least kiss. Once.”

“I was hoping you’d forget about that,” she mumbles, her eyes leaving mine.

“No chance.” Last night was sexy as hell, and my dick jolts at the thought of her getting off in my bed. I only wish I had seen it, felt her while she went off.

“Technically, we gave ourselves orgasms,” she corrects, and I chuckle. I step closer to her, cupping her cheeks so she has to look at me.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she whispers while her eyes lower to my lips, and her tongue slides out to licks hers.

“I think this is the best idea,” I retort, watching the roll of her throat.

“It’s not,” she mouths.

The brakes hit. “Why?”

“You have the blonde, and I have Rusty.”

The blonde? Alicia? I’ll speak with her tomorrow. “The sex partner?” My voice cracks. I don’t want her to have a sex partner. I don’t want her having a Rusty. Is that his name?

“Yes.”

“No,” I reply. No, no more sex partner. Then I have another thought. “Why isn’t he here with you?” Dolores tugs back from my grasp on her face.

“Because we aren’t like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“We…we don’t spend time together like that.”

I stare at her, questioning.

“We don’t exactly date, okay? We just…we just have sex,” she huffs, her eyes closing and her face heating. This isn’t the flush from a blush but irritation. Embarrassment.

What the fuck?

“What if someone wanted to date you? What if someone wanted to spend time with you?”

Her eyes lower. “I’m not looking to add more partners who can’t commit.”

Can’t commit? Does he fuck others on the side? I might not be single-minded, but I’m loyal. Everyone knows up front, so I’m never accused of being unfaithful. I’d never cheat on someone. Not to mention, I don’t want to join some list for Dolores. She doesn’t strike me as the type to have more than one partner anyway.

“Kiss me,” I say again, pushing her to give in. My hands return to her cheeks. “Just one.” I’m not asking her to marry me, just for her to give me an end of the night taste.

“Garrett,” she exhales.

“This isn’t Kansas, Dorothy. Kiss me.”

She laughs good-naturedly, and I need to capture the sound. I’m not sure who stepped into who first, but my lips meet hers, drawing her into mine. Our mouths cover each other, tugging slowly at one another and dragging out the tender brushstrokes of connection. My lips trace her mouth, savoring the taste of her.

Then she opens. Her breasts crush my chest as her arms wrap around my neck. Her tongue delves forward, the thick muscle tangling with mine as her body presses flush against me. She’s kissing me back like a starving woman. She’s kissing the fuck out of me.

My dick jumps. He wants inside her. Our joined mouths won’t be enough, and just as my hands start to roam the outline of her body, she pulls back abruptly, releasing me. I fall against the hallway wall, stunned and breathless. She doesn’t look at me. Instead, she turns for her open door and steps inside. I spin to follow her when the door closes in my face.

What the hell just happened?