Going the Distance
As she stopped to unlock the car, he came up behind her, standing so close he could smell her shampoo.
“Dinner was good and all, but what else you got in store for me, babe?” he whispered in her ear.
She turned slowly, teasing him with those lips that were inches away from his. “You mean this wasn’t enough?”
He chuckled. “Not nearly.”
Her eyes twinkled up at him. “I figured as much, which is why part two is coming in a week.”
She nodded, giving him a mysterious smile.
“I don’t think I like the sound of that. If you’ll throw chicken-fried steak at me next week, that’s not gonna get you any closer to the interview.”
She threw back her head and laughed. It was one of the most satisfying sounds he’d heard in a long time.
“I’m not arranging for another meal, Punisher. But my end of the bargain comes in several parts, so you’ll just have to be patient.”
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and grazed her cheek with his thumb. “I hate being patient.”
“What a surprise,” she said, staring up at him.
He lowered his thumb and ran it over her bottom lip, relishing the fact that he’d been right about how soft it would feel. Jesus, he was getting a fucking hard-on from running a finger over her lips.
“Will part two be worth my time, then?”
Her lips parted, and for a second, he thought she’d lick his finger, but instead she pulled her head away and nodded. “Every second of it.”
He inhaled deeply and let his disappointment flow out of him with a loud sigh. “I hope so. This is dragging on for far too long.”
She walked around the car and opened her door. “All good things come to those who wait, Page.”
“Those good things better include crotchless panties and high heels,” he grunted, getting in.
She laughed again, dashing his hopes.