He grips my hands. “What time do Jamison and Quinn leave tonight?”
“Not till eight. We have lots of time.”
He kisses me again then flips me on my back. The ice goes flying and thuds on the wood floor. While brushing his lips on my neck, he says, “Good, I have time to take you on a date before they leave.”
“You don’t have to—”
He quiets me by slipping his tongue in my mouth, and any self-preservation I have is gone. I want him, and asking me to wait any longer is like telling a bear not to lick the honey.
I slide my hand in his pants, stroking his erection and holding his head firmly to my mouth.
He groans my name, closing his eyes.
I lick his neck.
“We have to stop,” he mumbles then ravishes my mouth some more.
“Why?”
“Because it’s important to me.”
I freeze.
“Let me take you on a date, Harper.” Heat and determination swirl in his blue eyes. And it’s clear if I push him, he’s going to feel guilty and regret our time together.
I release my grip on his erection and slide my hand out of his pants. “Okay.”
He kisses me again.
“Now you’re sending me mixed messages,” I mumble then flick my tongue in his mouth some more.
He chuckles, pulls back, and looks at his watch. “We have six hours. Let’s go.” He rises and pulls me off the bed.
“Do I get to freshen up and make myself date presentable?”
“Nope, you already are.”
I look down at my jeans and T-shirt then wince. “I’m not very fancy.”
“Who said I’m taking you anywhere fancy? I think we dressed up enough this weekend, don’t you?”
“You have on a button-down shirt.”
His eyes flicker with amusement. It’s the first time I’ve seen it. He unbuttons his shirt.
“More mixed messages,” I tease while trying to not drool at his perfectly sculpted torso.
“I’ll wear a T-shirt.”
“Or you can go in just your jeans,” I suggest.
He grins and cups my face and gives me another panty melting kiss. “You’re cute.”
“You’re a tease.”
He chuckles and limps over to the closet and comes back in a gray, formfitting T-shirt.
He’s hot no matter what he wears.