amusement.
Rachel cleared her throat and smiled, impressed that he’d read her so well already. “Well maybe a little,” she admitted. “You just never know these days who is going to turn up.”
“That’s true,” he agreed. “And I have to say you look even more beautiful in person, Rachel.”
She felt a blush spread across her cheeks and took a sip of her water.
“Thank you.”
The waiter came by and took their order, and Robert spent the next hour asking the requisite dating questions as they ate. But Rachel didn’t mind, because he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. He never took his eyes off of her, making his interest in her clear.
Rachel liked that about him, that she didn’t have to guess what he was thinking. It was right there on his face for the world to see. And as the night went on, she grew comfortable in his presence. She guessed he probably had the effect on all of the people he met, that natural charisma that put them at ease.
They spent the meal laughing and smiling as they talked, and on more than one occasion Rachel’s foot had brushed his beneath the table. Between the sly glances they cast each other and the flirtatious banter, Rachel was disappointed when they finally paid the check. She wasn’t ready for their time to be over just yet.
As they stood up to leave, Robert pulled out her chair like a true gentleman and escorted her to the door. Once they were out on the sidewalk and under the moonlight, Rachel couldn’t help but feel lost in the depths of his eyes as he gazed down at her.
Robert pulled her in for a hug, and he felt warm and strong against her. Rachel’s pulse quickened as his scent washed over her, and as she closed her eyes, she felt his lips touch hers. They were soft and sweet, and tasted of the wine they’d drunk with dinner. Delicious.
“This may seem a bit brash,” Robert whispered as he pulled away. “But I don’t want the evening to end Rachel. I’m enjoying your company so much.”
“I don’t either,” Rachel admitted with a shy smile.
“Well then,” Robert said, “if I were to propose going for coffee, or perhaps even back to my place…”
“Your place,” Rachel answered quickly. Too quickly.
Robert simply chuckled and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Sounds great,” he said. “I’ll drive.”
Robert drove to his place while the soft sound of music filled the car. Rachel couldn’t control the nervous anticipation creeping over her. She hoped that Robert would take things further tonight. They were clicking so well, she knew he felt it too.
Robert pulled into his parking space and escorted Rachel inside, gesturing to the sofa.
“I’ll get us a couple drinks,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen.
Rachel sat down and took a look around while she waited, smoothing out her dress and hair. Robert returned a moment later with two glasses of wine, and took a seat beside her.
“You look nervous,” Robert remarked, setting his glass down on the table.
“Only because I really like you,” Rachel said.
Robert pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. But this wasn’t the kind of kiss they had on the sidewalk. This was a hungry kiss, with a promise of so much more.
Rachel purred softly, and Robert grunted his approval, pulling her onto his lap. His hands began to caress her body through her clothing, and suddenly it felt like she had way too much on.
Desire shot through her, and her lips parted, allowing Robert access. He accepted with gentle caresses of his tongue against hers. And then he moved his sensual kisses down along her jaw, and to the tender skin of her throat.
She could feel him hardening beneath her, and she rocked her hips against him eagerly. Robert scooped her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
Rachel watched with interest as