Page 56 of Resisting Fate
He barked out a laugh, entwining his fingers with hers. “I thought about bringing you candy—”
“Don’t.” Louis’s peace offerings had always been candy. False sweetness to lure her in again, trusting a man who didn’t deserve her trust.
“You don’t like candy?”
“No.”
“Good thing I didn’t bring it. I thought it might spoil your appetite. There’s this great Indian place. You like spicy food?”
“I love it.”
A small smile brought out the dimples in his stubbled cheeks. Gah, those dimples would be the end of her. “Awesome. See, I’d know this kind of thing if you actually talked to me.”
She headed downstairs with him, enjoying holding hands. “I talk to you.”
“Tiny bits. Glimpses into Missy. I want the whole enchilada.”
“How about the whole samosa?” The spicy pastry was much smaller than an enchilada.
He grinned. “That’s a nice appetizer. I’ll take it.”
Warmth radiated through her body just being close to him, the world taking on softer hues, the streetlights glowing, the moon luminescent.Shewas glowing. He made her feel good, safe and loved. Maybe he didn’t intend to make her feel loved, but somehow he reached into her heart, wrapping it with warm comforting care. Probably all in her imagination, but it felt like mushy love, and she’d had precious little in her life. She decided not to fight it, for once just to enjoy what he offered.
When they reached his black BMW, he opened the passenger-side door for her and shut it behind her. Wow. He’d pulled out the gentleman treatment tonight. Nice!
He slid into the driver’s seat. “C’mere.” He didn’t wait for her to move, just hooked his hand around the back of her neck and brought her in for a scorching kiss. It was raw and carnal and she never wanted it to end, drowning in a rush of desire. When he finally let her up for air, he murmured, “Just getting the awkward goodnight kiss out of the way.”
Breathless, she finally managed to say, “That was awkward. Thanks.”
He grinned, put the car in gear, and backed out of the space. “There’s the fiery redhead I know.”
“Ugh with the red hair. Why’re you so into that?”
He drove at a sedate pace through the parking lot, heading to the main road. “It speaks to me. Maybe in a former life I was a Scot hooking up with a redhead. Supposedly my birth mom was part Scottish.”
A shiver ran down her spine, the mystical feeling of fate once again unnerving her. “So was mine.”
“What was your birth mom’s name?”
“Taylor Carson.”
“Mine was Margaret Beatty.” He grinned. “At least you’re not my sister.”
“At least we have that.”
He reached over and squeezed her thigh, his hand warming her through her thin tights. “Maybe we’ve got karmaandfate going for us.” His fingers slid a fraction closer to her inner thigh, and she spread her legs instinctively, needing more.
“Maybe it’s all hormones.”
He slid his hand away, and she let out a frustrated breath.
He chuckled. “There you go making me feel dirty again. Damn, woman, I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you again.”
She sucked in air, surprised at the dirty talk when he was going all romantic on her. He was unpredictable, sexy, edgy, and sweet—a lethal combination to her defenses. Absolutely irresistible.
She spoke bluntly, hoping to throw him off whatever game he was playing with this romantic stuff. If this was just about sex, then she needed to mentally prepare, shields up. “Why not just skip dinner and get right to the fucking?”
A small smile played over his lips. “Now, Missy, what would be the fun in that? Anyone can fuck. We’re taking it to the next level.”
