“I am not negative.” She lifts the dog and carries him into the house. She sets him down, and the back of his body twists with the movement of his tail.

“I’m not so sure about that.” She lifts her chin, disputing my statement.

“I assure you I harbor no negative thoughts of you.” She lifts those challenging green eyes of hers, and my chest clenches. I slide an errant loose strand behind her ear. I should keep my hands off her, but my thumb caresses her cheek. “Quite the opposite, actually. When it comes to you, I would say I am quite positive.”

“Positive?” One eyebrow lifts as she pronounces the singular word in a charming lilt.

“Positive I want to get to know you better.” I shove my wayward hand in my shorts pocket, but those green eyes remain locked on me.

Her tongue licks across her lower lip. Her lashes flutter. There’s a flirty tilt to her head that I register as an invitation and close the gap between us.

“Positive I want to do lewd things with you.” Her breasts, encapsulated in that tight fitting tee, rise. She lifts a dark, shapely eyebrow.

“Lewd? As in illegal? A promiscuous indulgence of lust?” Her upper tooth sinks into her lower lip, teasing and tempting.

“Lascivious.” I press my lips to her forehead and inhale, picking up on subtle scents with an underlying aroma of sweetness. “Erotic.” My palm cups her ass, and I squeeze. Her muscle clenches beneath my touch. “Dirty.”

She closes the distance between us, and I suspect she can feel exactly how turned on I am. We discussed dinner, but I’m not sure I have it in me to wait. Judging from the color in her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest, she’s as turned on right now as I am. Those long fingers trace my chest, above my pecs.

She gazes up at me, and I detect a hint of uncertainty. But she doesn’t back away. No, her hips flex against my groin. The sensation disrupts any logical thought processes.

“I thought you wanted to get some fresh air?” Her thumb roams over my nipple. The fabric of my shirt dulls the sensation, but it’s kindling on a needy flame.

“It’s Saturday,” I say as my fingers slip beneath the hem of her tee.

“Yeah?” Her hips buck up, rubbing my groin, intensifying the pressure.

“We have time.” I situate my thigh between her legs and taste those lips. Sweet, sugary. She slowly grinds her pelvis against my thigh. Like me, she’s getting off on the pressure.

My head dips to meet those lips. I’ve been with women who were so much shorter that kissing felt awkward. But not Alex. She’s just the right height. My fingers cup the back of her head as I deepen the kiss.

She grips my erection through my shorts. The unexpected pressure has me searching between us to confirm she’s grasping me. She slowly smiles. It’s a sensuous smile. An inviting smile. Her fingers squeeze my shaft, and my knees quake.