Page 15 of Catch Him
David pulled away from her and then gave her a quizzical look. “You made me lose control. I don’t ever lose control.”
“Is that a good thing?” Sinead thought it sounded like a good thing. That it made her special to him in some way.
He hesitated. “I’m not sure. I’m also not sure it can be helped. Come back to the house with me tonight after the game. Let me make you dinner.”
“Dinner?” Sinead asked as if perhaps that was a euphemism for sex.
“Dinner,” he said. “I have enough control for at least that.”
“Okay. Dinner.”
Although the way she said it, it sounded more serious than that. As if she was making an important decision. Because she knew, based on that kiss, based on everything he had made her feel in the last forty-eight hours, that she was saying yes to way more than dinner.
