Society be damned.

I dragged my teeth over his lower lip and exhaled heavily. “What if I told you I didn’t want to go home yet?”

Noah tilted his head so his nose brushed against mine. “What if I told you I didn’t want to leave you at home?”

“I’d tell you that you’ve stopped at the wrong address and you need to put your foot down,” I whispered.

He moved his lips over mine and sighed, his fingers momentarily tightening against my neck. His breath was hot when he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Stop kissing me, then.”

I laughed and sat back, moving away from him. He didn’t even stop to put the blinker on before he put his foot down and pulled away from the curb.

“I don’t usually do this, for the record.”

“Do what?” He glanced over at me.

“Have sex on the first date.”

“Reagan, we’ve had lunch together, we’ve had dinner together, we’ve texted non-stop for more than two weeks, plus I saved your life. I don’t think this really counts as sex on the first date.”

“This is our first date and I’m going to your house to have sex with you. That’s sex on the first date.”

“The first official date.” He pulled up at a red light and looked over at me. “And it doesn’t matter if you do usually have sex on the first date. You’re not hurting anyone by doing that.”

He was right. But still. “I know. I just didn’t want to think that—”

“Think what? That you’re an adult who is capable of making your own decisions?” His lips curved. “Even though I’m pretty sure you’re only coming over so you can escape your family.”

“Aw, shit. You caught me.”

He laughed and pulled into a driveway in front of a new-build house. The development was less than a year old, and I remember there being a huge uproar when the town sold some of the park off to a developer for these houses.

I didn’t know what the problem was. The house was gorgeous—two stories, all exposed brick and white framed windows. I stepped out of the truck and Noah came around to shut the door for me. I followed him to the front door and then inside.

I couldn’t even look at the décor because I was immediately attacked by a tiny creature who jumped around my ankles.

“Poosh,” Noah said firmly. “Bed.”

I knelt down and scratched her behind her one white ear. She was absolutely adorable, and she quickly calmed as I lavished her with attention.

“Well aren’t you beautiful,” I cooed, moving to scratch under her chin.

“Of course. I forgot about the whole ‘YOU HAVE A CHIHUAHUA!’ thing.” Noah waved his hands, but he was smirking. “Would you like to have sex with me or play with my dog?”

“I can do both.” I grinned and stood up. “I can do both, right?”

He laughed. “You can do both. I just have to let her into the yard for a minute. It’s not exactly a seductive lead in to the bedroom.”