Page 93 of Moonshine Kiss
“What makes you say that?”
“You were nineteen! I was twenty-three. What the hell did we even know then?”
“I’m not so sure we know much more now.” She reached for her water glass with her free hand.
“I know that I’m not willing to go back to being just neighbors.”
“Bowie,” she said my name on an exhalation of frustration. “You’re only saying that because my daddy gave you permission.”
“Your daddy didn’t give me permission to pin you up against your bedroom wall naked and taste you.”
Her cheeks flushed, and I felt my own internal temperature rising at the very vivid, very visceral memories.
“There is no chance I would have been able to go back to staying away from you after that night, Cass.”
“I seem to recall you giving me the brushoff after I came back.”
“You think that would have lasted? Now that I know what you feel like under my hands. Now that I know what those sexy little whimpers in the back of your throat sound like. Do you honestly think I could leave you alone?” This was not the argument I had crafted to convince the sane, logical Cassidy Tucker to put her faith in me. This was a waterfall of unplanned, sincere honesty. We were both going over it in a barrel made for two.
She put her head down on the table and groaned. “You’re makin’ it real hard to stay furious with you.”
“Uh, would anyone care to put in a drink—”
Cassidy lifted her head. “Sir, I will give you twenty bucks right now to grab us two beers, put them on our table without saying a word, and giving us ten whole minutes of solitude.”
The waiter blinked. Cassidy pulled her hand out from under mine and fished a hand into her bra. She pulled out a folded-up bill and slid it across the table. “Go on now. Scoot.”
He grabbed the twenty and disappeared without a word.
I couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage.
“Emergency boob twenties come in handy,” she said.
“What else you got in there?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I sure would, but I’m not gonna find out tonight, Cass. I’m serious about us. I’m after a hell of a lot more than one date and a night of sex. And I really need you to be okay with that.”
“You bein’ good sure gets in the way of us having a whole lot of fun.”
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Cassidy
He was saying all the right things and looking all the right kinds of handsome. In that damn navy blue suit minus the tie. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. Casual and sexy. Lickable. Part of me kept pinching myself under the table to make sure I wasn’t dreaming all this. I was on a date with Bowie, and he was pulling out every romantic stop.
I’d finally allowed the waiter to come back and take our orders and had worked my way through a very fine steak. Bowie had given me my hand back so we could use our utensils like civilized folk, and my mind cleared up a bit without the physical contact.
I picked up my beer and sipped. “So, say I do agree to date you.”I wanted to date him right on home and upstairs into my bed.
He leaned in, looking stupidly handsome like every naughty daydream I’d ever had of the man.
Testing him, I nudged my boot up his pant leg. He reacted by jumping so hard his knee hit the bottom of the table.How cute.“How exactly do I date you and keep my job?” I asked, acting as if I wasn’t climbing his leg with my foot.
“Uh. Um. Well, I think we could keep things under wraps around town. I mean, we live next door to each other. We have back door access—”
“Back. Door. Access.” I repeated, skating my foot over his knee.
