“Thanks.”
Tank rose from the chair and cleared the plates from the table.
Leaning back in her chair, she beamed. “Such good service. You’re more of a gentleman than first impressions give you credit for.”
“Don’t judge a man by his cover. My mother raised me right.”
“I’ll have to send her a thank-you card.”
Finishing her coffee, she watched Tank clean up in her kitchen. His fumbling to figure out where everything went in her cabinets was endearing, and it was only when he was halfway done that she even considered helping him out.
“It took you a while to get your sweet ass over here.” He teased, nudging her with his large shoulder before taking the coffee mug from her hand.
Tank caught her around the waist and pushed her back against the island, staring down at her with an intensity that made her arousal flash hot.
“Tank…” she whispered, enjoying the feel of his name on her tongue, and the heat of his body pressed against her. “We really should get going.”
His hand curled around her neck, forcing her to look up at him as he smiled, slow and pleased, in a purely masculine way that made her toes curl.
“Not until I have you again, baby. Can you make room in your busy schedule for another round?” He sealed his question with a light, teasing kiss that left her dizzy.
“I think I can move some things to accommodate you.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said against her lips.
Desire crawled wild through her veins and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
You’re irresistible,” he rasped.
Their tongues intertwined as he moved his hands up her legs and cupped her ass. Hauling her up against him, she locked her legs around his waist as he strode into the bedroom.