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Our waiter returned, took one look at our staring contest, and hurried away.
“I plan to give you everything you want, Cass, for the rest of my life. Just not tonight.”
“Why the hell not?”
45
Cassidy
“We’renothaving sex on the first date,” Bowie reminded me, palming my very happy breasts under my sweater. He’d unhooked my bra one-handed like a champion lady undresser about four seconds after he’d pulled into the garage and three after he dragged me over into his lap.
His SUV windows were steamed up, and I couldn’t be sure, but we were generating enough heat to steam up the garage windows, too.
“I’m tired of you thinking you get to call all the shots,” I told him, biting his lower lip hard enough that he gasped in a breath.
“When I tell our grandkids about our first date, it’s not going to end with ‘and then your grandma put out.’”
“That’s a sexist statement. Why’s it bad if Grandma puts out, but not if Grandpa does?”
“Point taken,” he said, licking his way into my mouth and dazzling me with a kiss akin to fireworks. “I’ve waited a long time for you, Cassidy Tucker. I don’t mind waitin’ a little longer so you can make sure.”
“I’m sure I want you inside me,” I told him, biting at his jawline and neck.
He made a strangled noise.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Can a man die from not having sex with you?” Bowie wondered, fisting the long tail of my hair in his hand.
“What about after the second date?” I demanded, thrusting my hips against him so I could ride the ridge of his erection. “We could go for coffee right now. Boom. Second date.”
“You are fucking killing me, woman.”
“That’s a lot of years of pent-up frustration talking there,” I said, sliding my hand under his shirt and stroking it across the ridges of his abs. When my fingers dipped lower toward the waistband of his pants, he stopped me.
“Cassidy Ann. We’re waiting.”
“I’m tired of waiting.”
“I want you to be sure I’m the one for you.”
“We’re talking about sex here, Bow. Not a lifetime commitment.” I shifted against him again and watched his pupils dilate.
“It’s the same thing this time, Cass. I want a lifetime commitment out of you first.”
“How incredibly old-fashioned of you.” I rocked into him, and he groaned.
He squeezed my hips and kissed me until I couldn’t figure out where my mouth ended and his began.
“How about now?” I asked, leaning back against the steering wheel and opening the wrap tie of my dress.
“Oh, fuck.” His hands were on my bare breasts followed immediately by his mouth. I bucked against him as he licked and sucked and stroked. It was freezing cold outside, but in the car it was a tropical rainforest of lust.
“Come inside with me, Bowie,” I demanded.
He took another long pull on my nipple, and I nearly went over the edge right then and there. And then he did the unthinkable. He pulled my dress back in place and opened his door.
“I’m walking you to your door and then you’re going inside. When you’re sure that this is it for you, then we’ll see about the rest of it.”
