An hour later, he pulls me up the sidewalk by the hand. “My car is parked around here.” He turns and takes me into his arms and aggressively kisses me, and I smile against his lips. The way we laughed and talked over dinner tonight reminded me of the Jim I remember, the man on the plane who was interested in everything about me and my life. As if he felt it, too, we nearly made out in the middle of a crowded restaurant. He’s not wrong; this attraction is insane.
“Hurry,” I whisper against his lips.
It’s one thing to go out to dinner with a gorgeous man—it’s another to imagine yourself under the table, sucking his d**k the entire time.
I don’t know if it’s that he told me that I was the best s*x he’s ever had, but . . . damn it, I want to blow his frigging mind. I’m desperate to get him
