Page 57 of Fierce-Colson

She was pretty positive he knew.

Did she say she felt guilty for feeling that way?

The guy in front of her was smart enough to understand that.

And after listening to his story about flying by the seat of his pants parenting, she knew without a doubt, everything he was doing with her was intentional.

In the best way possible.

And wasn’t that exactly what she wanted in her life? What she needed? What she’d been craving for years?

So she was going to settle in, get comfortable, then dive off the cliff when the time was right.

“I was frustrated Saturday night.”

“With me? Or that I didn’t do what you wanted?”

That adorable smirk on his face said he might need an ego stroke.

“The second. I’m not always used to being told no.”

“I remember that about you. And when you were told no, you attacked it at another angle until you got your way.”

She hummed in her throat. Stabbed some more lettuce on her fork, shoved it in her mouth and chewed while she formed her next line of... attack.

“If I had pushed, or as you say approached it from another angle, would you have stayed?”

His head tilted. “I wanted to without you pushing. You know that and you know why I didn’t.”

“Which means it didn’t matter what I did, nothing would have changed it.”

He leaned across the table, his voice low, almost a drawl. “Well, if you’d stripped, that might have been my downfall.”

She leaned close to him, their eyes locked. “If I stripped for you, you wouldn’t have been able to get Bella the next morning. You wouldn’t have left my place until Monday.”

He gulped. She saw it.

These word games. This flirting. The sexual tension they were creating.

Sign her up for more.

Holy cow, she would have never thought how liberating it would feel.

If only they weren’t in a public setting.

If they were alone though, she might be tempted to do exactly as she’d said.

She definitely would have gotten her mouth on his.

Not happening here. Not yet.

They were still dropping bait in the water.

Both wanted to jump up and bite. Not sniff. Not nibble.

But dive up, open their mouths and suck that bait down their throats.

“You know I’m going to have to hold you to that.”