Page 20 of Vince
Sydney
Ohmigod,why am I trying to sabotage this perfect date?This date tops all others, and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the concert and everything to do with the guy in the driver’s seat. Hell, I don’t even want this night to end.
Why the hell did I tell him I basically have no standards and that he just has tonotbe a prick to make the date better than my previous ones?
Because it’s true?
Shit… I have to rectify this.
“So, I have a rare Saturday night off next weekend, would you want to do something then?”
A sexy grin pulls at Vince’s lips. “I think that can be arranged. Mind if we do something during the day? I should be free after one.”
“That works. I work the night before and sleeping in is always welcomed.”
Vince shakes his head and grunts. “I wish I could sleep in. I’ll be lucky if I sleep past six tomorrow.”
“Wow. That’s rough.” But I’m not letting him off the hook this easy. “Any idea what we’ll be doing? So… I’ll know how to dress—not to put any pressure on you,” I tack on to clarify.
God, I probably just made things worse. Shut up already, Sydney!
“Knowing I won’t be able to top third row concert tickets… what do you say we grab some lunch? But before I make any further suggestions, I need to know… are you adverse to being outdoors?”
“I’d be up to an outdoor adventure.”
“I’ll have to check the weather and get back to you for sure. Do you mind waiting ‘til Thursday to finalize plans? Either way—just dress casually, and we’ll figure something out.”
He pulls into my apartment complex and finds a place to park.
Knowing I likely sound like an uptight, pretentious brat, I nod my head in agreement then try to take some pressure off him. “I’m sure we’ll have fun in whatever you decide.”
He turns off the engine and looks to see me better. His grin is infectious when he admits, “Iamopen to suggestions if you think of something you’d like to do. I really am a go-with-the-flow type of guy. I don’t plan out every moment. So never feel like I’m putting pressure on you, okay?”
His hazel eyes are dark in this lighting, but I can make out his dimple on his cheek. His smile is sexy as hell and has me wanting to kiss him again. “I’ll keep that in mind,” slowly comes out as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.
Holy hell—I consciously have to force myself to breathe normally under his seductive gaze.
His thumb brushes my cheek, and his hand rests at the base of my neck.
I’m not sure who initiates it, but the next thing I know, the gap between us is closed, and I’m kissing him once again.
The moment our lips touch, a fire sets off inside me. Heat explodes in my body like bursts of fireworks dancing across the sky, and I just can’t get enough of him. Reaching out to pull him closer, I run my fingers through his amazingly soft hair as he controls our heated kiss by guiding me from the base of my neck. Being with Vince is the perfect combination of push and pull, give and take, and each and every movement he makes has me wanting more.
But when the cabin of the car is suddenly fully lit up by an oncoming car, we pull apart, panting for our next breath of air and sadly remembering we’re not really alone.
Vince runs a palm down his face as he rests his arms on the steering wheel. “I… uh… had better get you inside. It’s late and while some of us may get to sleep in, I have an early day tomorrow.”
The expression on his face clearly doesn’t match his words, but he’s right. As he gets out of the Jeep and walks slowly around the back to help me out, I gather my things from the floorboard. Taking a few deep breaths, I settle myself, so I’m prepared to meet his handsome face when he opens the door for me.
Damn, Vince is gorgeous.
Instead of reaching for my hand, Vince surprises me by stepping between my legs with his intentions clear. “I’m not done kissing you yet,” he growls as he takes possession of my mouth in the most delicious way. You’d think I’d be desensitized by now, but his sexy cologne puts my senses into overdrive, and it takes every ounce of conscious effort not to wrap my legs around his body and climb him like a tree.
Damn, Vince Larson can kiss.
When another car enters the drive, I can tell it’s an effort for him to stop.
When he pulls back, a sly grin fills his face as he holds out his hand. “Why don’t I actually walk you to your door now. It’s late and getting cold out here.”
