This wasn’t part of the plan.
Paul wasn’t part of the plan.
It had been a few days since our date and things were good—really good. I knew sex was coming.
The sex was coming.
Rolling out of bed, I tossed my hair into a messy bun and went to the kitchen for coffee. Paul was shirtless like always, and I bit my lower lip to hide my smile as he turned. I wanted to smile, but it would only feed his ego and we had our little banter I’d grown accustomed to.
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me to him before I reached the coffeemaker. “Don’t think I didn’t see that, gorgeous.”
“See what?” I peered into his chestnut colored eyes.
“I know you’re hot for my body.” He nipped at my ear and it sent a tingle down my belly. I stifled a moan.
Yeah, I was hot for his body.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“You think so?” I joked as I tilted my head and allowed him to kiss my neck.
He worked his way up to my mouth. “Shut up and kiss me, woman.”
And I did.
My hands wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist as our lips locked. The taste of coffee lingered when our tongues got their first taste of each other this morning. I wasn’t going to lie. I could get used to this.
“Remind me to thank Mark again for moving you into my house,” he murmured against my lips then kissed me again, our tongues savoring the feel of how lucky we were.
I smiled against his lips. “I thought I just barged in here?”
He pulled back. “You’re feisty even without coffee.” He slapped my ass playfully as I walked to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Little did he know I’d been awake for half an hour preparing myself because today was day three after our date and if you thought about it, it could be date number three. Guys always wanted sex on or before date three. I didn’t know what to expect except …
The sex was coming.
Even though I had no update, I called the secure line for the bureau and gave an update. I told them briefly about the girl in the bathroom; how she’d mentioned Mr. Martinez and how I was going to investigate him further.
As far as Paul, we came up with rules for working even though we’d just started dating. When we went to work, we were only allowed to go to dinner, Vegas shows, or be a lucky charm at a casino for someone. We could hold their hands with minimal kissing, but no getting naked (that was for him). If things got to a certain point where we might not be able to stop a client from getting mad because they wanted more from us, then we ended the date. I wasn’t too worried about that; I had done more research and learned that most companies have a policy that female companions weren’t allowed in client rooms—at least that would be my excuse.
As far as the sex … we’d passed day six of dating and no sex. I wasn’t sure I could do the sex anyway. I wanted to do the sex. I really did, but it was a mind over matter thing and … I was scared.
Luckily, Paul was busy with dates at night and during the day he had his self-defense classes with Gabe so we had minimal interaction. He did, however, mention he wanted me to meet his friends, and that was a big step. I needed to see where this was all going before I brought more people into the mix because I was certain I was leaving after the investigation was over.
Dates were starting to book through my website and tonight was my first date since the one I had when I first arrived. It happened to be with Derrick from the strip club. He was back in town and wanted to try his luck at the craps table. I had no idea how to play craps, but like everything else, I was going to fake it.
After checking my back office and the details for my date with Derrick, I walked into the kitchen and stopped and eyed what Paul was doing then asked. “Whatcha doin’?” He placed a few more items into a backpack. “Packing for our date.”
“Our date?” I asked, confused.
“Yep.”
“When are we going on a date?”
“Now.”
“Seriously?”
“I don’t joke about dates.”
I looked at what he was wearing. “Do I need to change?” I was wearing jean shorts and a tank top and he was in basketball shorts and nothing else.
He stopped stuffing the bag and turned to me. “Just your shoes actually. Or maybe something you’d wear to the gym.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We’re going to the gym?”
“Nope.”
“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”
He turned and caged me against the countertop. “Well, I’m going to get you all sweaty and then feed you.”
I laughed. “Why are you being so vague?”
“You know I like to fuck around.” He took my lips, silencing me for a few seconds.
“Fine, don’t tell me. Will we be back in time for my date tonight?” The sentence sounded weird as it rolled off my tongue.
“Of course, gorgeous.”
I changed and so did Paul and then we jumped in his Jeep. I hated not knowing the plan when it came to things—anything. I was a planner.
“Where are we going?” I asked again as we drove farther out of town.
He looked over at me and smirked. “Oh right, I forgot. You can’t go with the flow.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Lean that closer over to me.”
I did as he asked and we kissed briefly and then he returned his attention back to the road. We drove some more and then finally turned down another road.
“We’re going to Mount Charleston?” I asked as I read the sign.
“Yep.”
“To …?”
He chuckled. “Hike.”
“Oh.” I smiled. I could do that. It beat going to the smoky casinos and since we were driving for a while, I knew we weren’t going to a gym.
“That’s the sweaty part and then we’ll have a picnic.”
“I can handle that.”
He squeezed my hand that he was already holding and he smiled.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I clenched my thighs trying to relieve the ache building between them. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, I wanted this sinful man beside me.
We hiked a five and a half mile trail that looped around. I followed Paul because I had no idea where I was going even though it was pretty much one way and was clearly marked. I was enjoying being outdoors, taking in the scenery; the vast mountains, lush trees and when we started hiking, the sky was blue with only a few white clouds. By the time we were heading back, a few darker clouds had started to roll in.
“I think it’s going to rain.” I looked up at the sky.
“We’ll be fine.” I gave him a questioning look. “It’s only a few clouds.”
We found an empty patch of grass and Paul opened his backpack. He pulled out a thin, plush blanket just big enough for the both of us. I expected him to pull champagne from his backpack, but instead he had sandwiches, fruit, chips, and water packed. He even had a cookie for each of us.
“Thanks for lunch,” I said, breaking off a piece of the cookie.
He was laying on his side with his elbow under him for support when he leaned in and took my lips. It tasted of the chocolate from the chocolate chip cookie. “I really like spending time with you, Andi.”
My face heated despite the chill that was starting to move in with the clouds. “I like spending time with you too.”
“Tell me about your life before moving to Sin City.”
I tensed briefly, trying to stare him in the eyes so he didn’t know I was about to lie to him. “You know, dates and stuff.” I shrugged as if it was no big deal since it was what we did here.
He chuckled. “No, gorgeous, besides working.”