this was before we said we were dating.”
“We’ve been out on one date.”
“We’ve been out on three.”
It was her turn to snort. “You’re counting the trip into DC?”
“You’re lucky I’m not counting the dinner here.”
She laughed, really enjoying him.
“That’s a sweet sound.”
His voice had deepened and it danced over her nerve endings. She wanted to just grab him and do all kinds of bad things to him. She knew they weren’t ready, well she wasn’t ready, but she needed to do something, take some kind of action.
So, she took his face in her hands and leaned forward to brush her mouth over his. It was a sweet kiss that soon turned into more. Heat exploded, her body seemed to burn up. Needing more, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. God, the man was killing her. His skimmed his hands down her body, brushing his thumbs against the sides of her breasts. She moaned his name against his mouth.
When she realized she was trying to justify slipping over the center console and onto his lap, she forced herself to pull back.
“Okay, so we just made out in a car.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t much of a make out session.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. If it had been, you’d be beneath me moaning my name.”
She closed her eyes. “You’re trying to kill me here.”
“I think I have a bigger chance of passing out due to lack of blood in the brain, so I don’t want to hear about your discomfort.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, Marine, I’ll give you a little leeway.”
“Thank you. It’s the least you can do.”
He turned to open the door. “You don’t have to walk me up to the front door.”
“Yes, I do.”
She sighed as she watched him round the hood of his car. Of course he did and dammit to hell, she got a special little thrill that he was doing it. He opened her door and helped her out of the car. They said nothing as they walked side by side, his hand on the small of her back. He guided her up on the porch. She turned to face him.
“Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”
He smiled and the genuine pleasure in his gaze made her heart skip that little beat. It was getting more common now.
“I did too. How about I cook for you next time.”
“You can cook, Marine?”
“Our grandmother made sure of it and she was Italian.”
“Does that mean I’d get some kind of pasta out of the deal?”
“Anything your heart desires.”
Again, that little strange skip to her heartbeat. “Well, I think I can do that.”
“How about next Thursday? I have a TDY out of town for a few days, have to leave on Sunday morning, but I’m set to return Wednesday night. I took the rest of the week off.”
She thought about the idea of going to his house. It definitely put them in a different arena. Part of her worried about moving too fast, but another part of her, ruled completely by her hormones cheered the idea. The hormones won.
“That sounds great.”
“And now that I have your number, I can get a hold of you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“MJ gave me shit for not getting it after going into DC together.”
“Ah,” she said.
She turned to go in for the night, but he stopped her. Leaning down, he brushed his mouth over hers. She knew he meant it to be a light kiss goodnight, but she slid her tongue inside of his mouth. He groaned then sucked on it. The heat that had dimmed just moments earlier exploded.
Zoe would be left wondering just how far that moment would have gone because the light flickered above her head. Jesse chuckled and pulled back from her. “Well, it’s been a long time since someone did that to me.”
He reached up and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“You’re a hard woman to resist Zoe Jones. Now, go in before I convince you to sneak me into your room.”
She sighed and did as he asked because she probably would have snuck him in. Her hormones were definitely winning the battle over her good sense. When she