Grant frowned. “We’re in the middle of a game.”

Flynn hung up his cue. “I’ve got other plans.”

“In other words,” Mia said, “he’s going out with Amelia and she’s prettier than you.”

“How can that be?” Grant asked. “No one’s prettier than me.”

Flynn shook his head. “Good night, you two.”

He left the bar and stopped by his house to pick up a bottle of wine, then drove to Amelia’s house and rang the bell. When she answered the door, she was on the phone, so she motioned for him to come inside. He followed, shutting the door behind him.

She’d already changed into black yoga pants that hugged her ass in the best possible way. She was wearing a white tank top that pressed to her breasts and, damn, she looked hot.

She led him into the kitchen. When she saw the bottle of wine, she reached into a drawer and pulled out the opener, handing it to him, then pointed to an upper cabinet. He figured that’s where the glasses were.

He opened the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses.

“Sorry,” she said as she laid her phone on the kitchen counter. “My friend Laura just got off work so she wanted to chat.”

“I need to meet your friend Laura.”

“You’d like her. She’d like you. She’s married and lives down the street with her husband.”

He handed her a glass. She took a long swallow of wine.

“This is your friend from college?”

“Yes.”

“We should do a double date.”

Amelia arched a brow. “Is that what we’re doing? Dating?”

“Aren’t we?”

“I don’t know. I thought we were just having sex.”

“And I thought we were dating.”

“Hmm.” She took another swallow of wine and didn’t answer, which made him frown.

He went over to her and took the wineglass out of her hand and set it on the counter. He drew her against him. “If I hadn’t made it clear before, or if in any way you’re confused about what’s going on between us, Amelia, I like you. I want to see you, outside the bedroom. On dates. In public. With or without other people.”

She wound her arms around his neck. “Does that mean you don’t want to see me in the bedroom?”

“Oh, I definitely want to see you in the bedroom. Or outside the bedroom. In the living room. In the hallway.” He looked around her. “Or how about on the back porch?”

She feigned a gasp. “Mr. Cassidy. Are you suggesting we have sex in a public place?”

“I don’t think the thought of it shocks you as much as you’d like me to think.”

“And now I’m even more scandalized. Just what kind of girl do you think I am?”

“My kind of girl.”

Her lips curved. Damn, he liked when she smiled. And when she teased him. And okay, when she breathed. He liked everything about her.

“Come on, grab your wine and show me your porch.”

She picked up her glass and led the way. “Is ‘porch’ some kind of sexual euphemism?”

He laughed. “Not that I’m aware of, but we can make it one if it turns you on.”

She chose a spot on the small couch and he sat next to her. The porch had windows, but it wasn’t heated out there. Still, it wasn’t all that bad. He picked up her legs and placed them over his, then grabbed the blanket that was lying over the back of the sofa and draped it over her legs.

“I’m not cold,” she said.

“Does that mean you’re hot?”

She cast him one sexy look. “Isn’t that your call?”

He ran his hand over her thigh. “If it is, you know my answer.”

She scooted onto his lap, straddling him. “We’re not going to drink our wine, are we?”

He smoothed his hand down her back, then let his hand rest over her butt. His cock was getting hard and all he could think about was touching her and kissing her. “No.”

He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. She fit her body against his and leaned into him. He groaned as he breathed her in and felt her melting against him.

He moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck, his lips feeling the fast rhythm of her pulse. He licked along that pulse point, and she tilted her head back.

“More of that,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.

He swept his hand along the long column of her neck, then moved down between her breasts as he kissed her collarbone. He tilted her back so she rested on his arm, then lifted her tank top, exposing her stomach. He palmed her warm skin, raising the shirt over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which suited him just fine. One less piece of clothing in his way. He brushed his fingers over her nipples, watching them harden.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he said as he lifted her so he could put his mouth over one of the buds. When he sucked, she moaned, and the sound of her voice shot right to his cock. He rocked against her, letting her know what she did to him.

He slid his hand inside her pants. She was hot, wet, and as he dipped his fingers inside her underwear, she arched against him.

“Yes, touch me.”

It would be a lot easier to do that if she didn’t have pants on. “How do you feel about being naked out here?”

She shifted, sitting up. “How do you feel about turning off the light in the kitchen?”

“I’ll be right back.” He got up and went into the kitchen. When he came back, Amelia was standing in the middle of the porch. It was midnight dark out there now, but he could still see her. She pulled off her tank top, then shimmied out of her pants and underwear.




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