Page 36 of Making Over Maris
She blinked. “Don’t you…want me?”
He blew out a laugh, dragged his fingers through his hair. “Yes, Sara. You have no idea how bad.”
“Then…why?”
He levered himself up onto the sofa and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. But softly.
It tasted like goodbye.
In fact, he stood and picked up his coat and keys.
What the fuck? “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home.”
Annoyance bubbled. “The hell you are.”
He smiled at her fury. Which only made her angrier. “Sara, Sara, Sara.” He tapped her on the nose with a long finger. A long finger that moments ago had been worming around inside her. Making her come. “I have to go.”
“No. You don’t.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Why?” Why the fuck? Why?
“Don’t you know?”
“Know? No, I don’t know. Know what?”
He kissed her again and whispered, “A gentleman doesn’t put out on a first date.”
“What?” Her belly dropped. Typically she didn’t sleep with a guy on a first date either. But this wasn’t a date. It hardly counted.
His jaw firmed. “Remember that book you gave me? The Proper Gentleman? The one with all the rules?” She glared at him. “Well, I’m following the rules.”
Damn it! What a time for him to get all principled. “But I’m horny.”
“Horny? You just came. Several times if I’m not mistaken.”
Sara bit her lip. She had. Damn it. “But you haven’t come.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Wait?” She probably didn’t need to squawk. “For what?”
He fixed her with a sinful Van Dyke grin. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? What happens tomorrow?”
He winked. “We have another date.”
He was out the door and down the steps before she could stop him.
“Jack?” she called.
He turned. “Yeah?”
“Do you put out on a second date?”
His response was a chuckle and a sketchy wave. And then he hopped into his car and drove away.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
Thank God she had a vibrator. And tomorrow.
She had no idea why she felt the irresistible urge to smile.
