Page 40 of Dream Date With the Millionaire
“This does have a bit of a déjà vu feeling.”
“Except for the rain.”
Her gaze remained locked on his. “The darkness.”
“And this…”
Bryce covered her mouth with his. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, moving her soft lips against his. He didn’t know how long they stood there with only their lips touching. He didn’t care.
Kissing her like this was what he’d been thinking about, dreaming about, wanting to do, ever since they’d started over. Okay, ever since the kiss at the stable. He wasn’t about to rush through the opportunity. He wanted to savor the moment, make it last.
Dani’s kiss, full of sweetness and warmth, like the woman herself, was addictive. Intoxicating. A mysterious elixir with a secret ingredient. Bryce wanted more.
He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her.
Sheets of rain fell from the sky, drumming against the dome and the cement beyond the rotunda. The pounding water matched the beat of his heart.
His hand splayed her back, the wet fabric beneath his palm, and he pulled her toward him.
Dani went willingly, eagerly against him. She wrapped her arms around him, running the palms of her hands over his shoulders and back. A ball of need formed low in his stomach, an ache only she could soothe.
He moved his lips away from hers, trailing kisses along her jawline. She arched, giving him access to her neck. He showered kiss after kiss.
She moaned.
Heated blood pulsated through his veins. The hot ache grew inside him.
Dani wove her fingers through his hair. She rose up to kiss him, but bypassed his mouth and went straight to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe, ran her tongue over it.
Bryce felt himself sinking into her.
He didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was…
Her.
The realization jolted him. He pulled away.
She stared up at him with wide eyes filled with desire.
Bryce placed his hand on her flushed face; her normally warm skin was wet and cold. “We said we were starting over and were going slow, but I don’t want to go backward, Dani.”
“Me, either.” She wet her lips and looked around. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to have much of a picnic here.”
“We could have a picnic on my living room floor,” he suggested, not caring where they ended up as long as they remained together. “It won’t be the same as this place, but it’s warm and dry.”
“Sounds good.”
Very good. Spending time alone at his house with a rain-soaked, sexy, intelligent woman on a dark and stormy night was as good as it got.
A satisfied smile settled on Bryce’s face. “Let’s make a run for my car.”
Playing house as a kid had never been this fun. When Bryce had said he lived in Presidio Heights, she’d thought he meant an apartment not a multimillion-dollar house.
Dani stood in Bryce’s gourmet kitchen and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, which she was wearing. A drawer opened and closed behind her. She pulled up his sweatpants that kept slipping down her hips.
Her lips tingled from the kiss under the rotunda and her body felt cold without Bryce’s arms around her.
Face it, she liked him. A lot. The realization didn’t terrify her as much as it once would have. But she still needed to be smart about things and move slowly.
A pop sounded behind her—the cork from the wine bottle.
She shot a sideways glance Bryce’s way. His damp hair curled at the ends. His casual clothes, a long-sleeved brown T-shirt and green trackpants, made him seem more real and less like some fantasy guy in a designer suit from a glossy magazine. And that made him appeal to her even more. Darn it.
She would have to make sure he didn’t kiss her again tonight. Or she didn’t kiss him. Otherwise, she might find herself wanting to rush into something with him.
Dani looked away, wrapping her hands around her.
“Your clothes should be dry soon.” Bryce handed her a glass of red wine from the bottle she’d brought for their picnic. “I have a bottle of Chardonnay if you prefer.”
The hunger in his gaze made her think he wasn’t only interested in tasting dinner. Too bad she wouldn’t mind another taste of him. Dani gulped.
No more kisses, she reminded herself.
“Thanks.” She tried to sound relaxed, even though every single one of her muscles was bunched up in knots. She took a sip of the Pinot Noir. “This will go better with the dinner I made.”
“Whatever you brought smells delicious.”
He was delicious. Eating dinner ASAP made a whole lot of sense; otherwise she might have to taste him. Dani set her glass on the smooth granite countertop. “I’d better dish up the food before it gets too cold.”
