Time flies when you’re with a gorgeous man.
A little stiff and sore, I dropped my head back and rubbed my neck to relieve some tension.
Drake got up and stood behind me to rub my shoulders. His thumbs found knots near my shoulder blades. “You’re tight.”
Tight. His husky voice reverberated through every cell in my body and landed between my legs. I shifted in my chair as he continued to knead my aching muscles.
“Is this okay?” His mouth was near my left ear as his whisper and warm breath caressed my skin, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
Not only did this gorgeous man who had a bigger-than-life presence tell me he was interested in me, but he was standing in my home, giving me a shoulder massage while telling me I was tight.
This is crazy.
I shook my head and placed my hands on his, stopping his movements. He held them, and when I craned my head back, his gaze intensified as he pulled me out of my chair until we were toe to toe and chest to chest. My skin tingled as he stroked the side of my face from my temple to my chin with his knuckles.
“You’re so beautiful.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “And I love this freckle. It looks like a heart.”
As if on autopilot, my fingers went to cover it, but he stopped me and held my hand in his. I’d been self-conscious about that stupid freckle since I was a kid. I was always told it was my defining mark, and I hated it. But his lips were soft and his kiss tender, and I found myself strangely jealous of my freckle.
“Go out with me?” The hypnotic power of his voice enthralled me.
“When?” I asked, frowning as I gripped my bottom lip with my teeth.
“Anytime I ask.”
Surprised by his boldness, I said, “What if I’m busy?”
Drake slipped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him. “You’ll be busy with me.”
His eyes on mine, he pulled the clip out of my hair, letting it cascade over my bare shoulders. Then he leaned down and slowly grazed my lips with his, barely touching as if it was a well-kept government secret—and maybe it was. The hardness of his chest pressed against mine as I took in a deep breath. His breath.
Our lips met in a soft, easy kiss, and I was instantly captivated. A little overwhelmed, I added space between us to try to catch my breath, but we stared at each other, which didn’t help my cause. His eyes read like a romantic suspense novel, drawing you in and giving you enough angst to grip your heart.
When his dimple appeared, my stomach fluttered. I swallowed hard while I contemplated my feelings, and the only word that came to mind was enthralled.
Drake tapped my cheek with a fingertip and grinned, breaking the seriousness of the moment. Releasing me, he stepped back and asked if I was hungry again. When my stomach growled at the mere mention of food, we laughed.
“It’s almost dinnertime,” he said. “Why don’t we order pizza and hang out for a bit?”
I grinned at him, both excited and a little unnerved that he wanted to spend more time together. “Sounds good to me. If you call in the order, I’ll pour us a glass of wine.”
As Drake placed the order, I poured the wine, and then stacked up the paperwork on the table. The ungraded stack was light, and I was pleased to find I had only a half dozen left to read. I gathered the papers and put them in my tote bag, and then sat on the couch next to Drake, who set aside his phone and picked up a glass of wine. He handed it to me as I sat next to him.
“Thank you.” I took a sip and briefly closed my eyes. Mmm, smooth and oaky; it was just what I needed.
“So, since your workload is lighter, would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”
Studying his face, I saw nothing but honesty in the way he regarded me. His eyes didn’t lie, which seemed out of character for a politician. I’d noticed that in my classroom when we spoke of Marcie, he was genuinely concerned about his reply to her question. His sincerity was incredibly attractive.