“I think you might need this more than me,” I wink.
She catches it and shrugs before applying it vigorously. This is what I love about her, she’s one of the guys. She’s not in here gossiping, or fussing over her hair. She’s being… her.
Grabbing her shoulders I start to massage them, and she instantly molds into my hands. Her neck rolling as she moans. Her skin is sticky, and the heat rolling off of her makes me want to devour every inch of her with my tongue.
“There’s this thing tomorrow night I want to take you to—”
“What kind of thing?” She glances over her shoulder.
“A surprise thing. I want to take you to it.”
Her shoulders tense, and she steps forward.
“You mean a date?”
My eyes widen, and my palms sweat with the question. When we were kids we went on two dates. One was a Tuesday night Taco night and we went with some friends. Kind of like a double date… it went horribly wrong. Everyone was snickering behind Tate’s back because she didn’t dress to their liking for date night. I still remember the way she looked as if it were yesterday. She was beautiful in her short jean shorts, dark blue tank top, and that yellow sports bra. She had dark bruises on her knees, and the way her faced glowed from the summer heat had me staring at her all night. She was natural, down to earth, and took my breath away.
The other time was prom night. She dressed up because her mother forced her to. She was gorgeous as hell in that black poofy dress, but man did she hate it. As soon as we got home she stepped out of it and kicked it into the bottom of her closet. Then I fucked her against the wall in nothing but those black heels.
Just thinking about it has my swelling cock pressing into her lower back.
“I mean—” I rub at my chin, thinking it over. I want her to see what she is getting herself into, but more importantly I want to see the excitement on her face when I surprise her. “I guess it’s a date.”
She sashays toward me, her teeth biting her bottom lip.
Fuck I want to bite that lip. Raising my hand I thumb her lip from her teeth.
“Go on a date with me, Tate,” I demand, rather than ask. When you ask a woman to go on a date with you, you’re giving her the option to say no. I’m not giving Tate that option.
Her lips purse, trying to hide the smile behind them. She wants to say yes, but she’s making me work for it.
Reaching out, I grab her by the shirt and pull her toward me.
Kissing her neck, her hands cup my face as I lick and suck the sweat from her skin.
My hands sliding along her hips possessively. My fingers catching on her pants, and I anxiously tug them down over the globes of her ass cheeks. My fingers dig into her ass rapaciously, as an excited growl rips through my chest.
Her mouth lazily parts, as she kisses the outline of my jaw softly.
“Say yes,” I breathe heavily. She stills, before turning in my hold.
“What kind of a date?” Her eyebrows furrow before releasing.
“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow night, it’s a surprise.” Reaching for her hand, I pull her against me. Her sweaty boobs flush with my chest. Fuck I want to bang her against the lockers.
“Tell me where, and I’ll decide,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair. The way her fingernails scrape against my scalp perfectly I can’t help the shiver running down my spine.
“Just say yes, it will make this easier.”
Her hands fall to her sides as she presses her lips into a firm line. Her eyes pretending to study the floor so she doesn’t have to look me in the eyes. She never was one to like the whole going on a date thing. She would much rather sit at home in comfortable clothes, feet kicked up on a coffee table while watching eighties movies. She’ll have to get over that though, because this is happening. I know she’ll love it too. I hope she does anyway.
“Kidnapping you and putting you in the trunk of my car may take away the romantic appeal I’m going for, so stop being… you for a moment and just accept that this is happening.” I give her the best smile I can muster, hoping she’ll succumb to my charm She grabs me by the hair, her controlling demeanor a turn on, and tugs my head back to meet her beautiful green eyes.
“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress,” she informs seriously.
I smirk, my chest burning from trying not to laugh.
“I’m more than fine with you naked.”
She pulls my hair hard, before letting go.
“You know what I mean, I’m not dressing up,” she clarifies.
Smacking her ass I stand from the bench.
“Wear whatever you want, you know I find you sexy in anything.”
Chapter Twenty
21 Years Old
Camden
Thomas wraps my hands as I mentally prepare for the fight. I have no idea whom I’m fighting. Everything about this seems off.
“I don’t know if I want to do this Thomas.” He stalls, glancing at me with dazed eyes.