Page 15 of The Last Date

The second her lips touched mine, an unearthly electrical charge struck me. For a few moments I couldn’t move, then I couldn’t stop moving. My hands untucked the back of her shirt without thought so that I could press them against the soft skin of her lower back.

Sasha’s lips parted for mine as I plunged inside, my tongue tasting every corner it could reach. Her soft moans made my heart race, and my arms tightened around her.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, I saw a park bench, immediately lifting her as our lips never parted. I sat down with her in my lap, swinging her legs to the side because I knew if she straddled me I would never be able to stop.

Her delicate fingers danced along the back of my neck and across my shoulders as I pulled one hand out from under her shirt to tangle in the back of her luscious hair.

“I knew you’d be mine,” I groaned against her sweet, soft mouth. “From the second I saw these lips, I had to have you.”

“Never tease me again,” she moaned, tugging the back of my neck.

“You love being teased,” I said before capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. Her soft whine nearly tore me apart.

If I wasn’t so focused on taking my time with her, I would have dragged her to the nearest hotel. Or even a dark alley.

Releasing her lip, I kissed down her throat until she was quivering against me. Sliding my hand up under her shirt, my fingertips paused at the edge of her bra.

“Has any man ever touched you here?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to?”

I pulled back a few inches to stare into her eyes, loving the way the corners turned slightly when she smiled. “Yes, since you’re my new boyfriend, I guess that’s appropriate.”

Her lips parted with a gasp as I reached under her bra, cupping her breast, squeezing gently. Running my thumb around her nipple, it felt like sparks were actually flying between us.

“I’m your only boyfriend, Sasha,” I said gently. “First, last, only.”

She nodded, then leaned in to kiss me again.

Just as I was genuinely wondering whether I could take her right here in public under her little floral skirt, I saw two joggers headed toward us.

“People,” I muttered, reluctantly pulling my hands away and sitting us in a more respectable pose. “You drive me crazy, angel,” I said gently, standing her up.

Entwining our fingers, we began walking again. But now Sasha was sweetly flustered, blushing as she pressed closer against me.

“Hey, if I’m really your girlfriend, maybe you should tell me more about yourself?” she asked, her eyes wide as she looked up at me.

“What are you hoping that I say? Do you want me to say that I am a stockbroker, or some computer coding millionaire, so that your parents will be impressed?”

She shook her head. “Honestly, I can’t stand any more of their rules, or the way they push me around. I’ve had it.”

My big hand squeezed hers gently. “Good for you. It’s your life, you need to live it your way.”

Sasha nodded, then slowed our pace slightly. “But seriously, you have to tell me something.”

“I collect salt and pepper shakers.” The stunned expression on her face made me laugh too loudly.

“I can’t even tell if you’re joking.”

“I’m not. My mother collected them from everywhere she traveled. The huge racks of them in the kitchen were kitschy. Sort of tacky, sort of adorable.”

“So you started doing it as well?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s something cheap that all of my friends, coworkers, and associates can find in any gift shop when they travel.”

“You must have a huge kitchen,” she laughed.

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