“Not so sure of your welcome?”

“I wanted to make sure last night was about being in a public place, not about me.”

“It definitely wasn’t you.”

Another kiss, starting slow. My head spun again as that delicious aura of chaos swirled from him. Soon we were on the floor, my legs wrapped around his hips, his hands in my hair, kissing me hard enough to bruise my lips, but I didn’t care.

We writhed against each other, his hands on my rear, then my breasts, but making no move to slide under my clothes, rough gropes mingled with tender caresses, making my head spin all the more. Frustrated lust coursed through me, the kind I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager, making out with a guy in his backseat, waiting for him to take the next step.

“Sure you’re not leaving?” he whispered, voice ragged.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you? Payback time.”

An almost sheepish look. “Nah.”

“Oh, no?” I slid my hand down his shirt and rubbed his crotch. A soft moan as he shifted to make it easier. “I wouldn’t blame you if it was payback. Not a nice thing for me to do.”

“I survived.” He opened one eye. “But, yeah, I was pretty revved up. Ran outside after I got your message, hoping I could catch up with you before you left.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure you could.”

“How?”

The chuckle turned to a laugh, then a groan as I slid my fingers under his waistband. “Better not leave it too open-ended for me.”

“It is open-ended. Anything you want.”

He entwined his fingers in my hair. “If I was a typical guy, I suppose I’d do this…” He tugged my hair, pulling me down his chest, then stopped. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“It would be…if you were a typical guy.”

A laugh loud enough that I glanced at the door.

“You’re right. No one’s ever mistaken me for a typical guy. Meaning, if you make that offer, I may ask for something a little atypical.”

“Go ahead.”

His gaze searched mine, as if considering how I might react. A quick grin, then he put his hands on my back, flipped us over, laid me on the ground and backed away.

“Undress for me.”

“You want me to…?”

“You heard me.”

I smiled. “Just checking.”

He’d backed up to a spot a few feet away, and sat there, eyes on me, waiting.

I stood and started with my sandals, taking a moment to get past that first blast of embarrassment and recapture the chaos vibes still circling around us.

“If you don’t want to…” he said.

I met his gaze. “No, I want to.”