Chapter 50

She nodded her head at him, her bottom lip between her teeth, as he exited the car and came around her side to open her door. “I’m excited,” she told him as he took her hand and helped her out. He shut the door and turned to her, her back against the car. His eyes blazed with desire as he stared at her, brought his hands up to the side of her neck, and brushed his thumbs over her cheeks.
She could see the muscles in his jaw clenching as he shook his head softly, silently responding to some internal conflict that caused a ghost of a smile to play on his lips. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to do this since I left your house this morning.” He leaned in, his eyes still connected with hers, “… since I got your text.” He raised his eyebrows. “You intoxicate me, Annabelle.” His words surged into her soul as he closed the distance between them. His mouth captured hers in a dizzying kiss, tempting her with his addictive taste so that she was left fighting to regain her equilibrium. His mouth possessed hers with a quiet demand, yet the kiss was so full of tenderness, so packed with unnamed emotions that she didn’t want it to end.
But it did, and she was left to grip her fingers onto his biceps to steady herself. He kissed her nose softly before murmuring, “You ready to have some fun?”