Need You Now (Man of the Month 3) - Page 39

"For now," he agreed. "But I bet you won't think so soon." He trailed his fingertip down her neck, over her collarbone, then lower and lower, veering off before he reached her sex. "I think you'll be begging me for more."

She nodded, her green eyes flashing with both sensual heat and challenge. "All right then," she said. "Prove it. Let's see if you can make me melt."

Chapter Eleven

"A limo?" Mina stopped on the street to look at the sleek, black vehicle. They'd left The Fix through the back door and then walked down the alley to Brazos Street. She hadn't thought anything of the limo at first, but then the driver had stepped out and held the door open, and Cam had steered her that direction.

Now, as she slipped into the dark interior, she looked over her shoulder at Cam and smiled, a little bit awed. "Unexpected, but nice."

He settled in beside her as the driver indicated the two freshly poured Mimosas. Cam handed Mina hers before pushing the button on the privacy screen and picking up his own glass. "To surprises," he said, and a laugh bubbled out of her. The truth was, Cam was the biggest surprise of all. The way she felt so easy with him. So connected.

"Definitely." She clinked his glass then took a sip before looking out the window. "Where are we going?"

"Are you fuzzy on the definition of surprise?"

She finished her mimosa and held her glass out with her brows raised, challenging him to deny her another. "Silly me. I thought the limo was the surprise."

"It's a multipart surprise," he told her as he made her a fresh drink. "Part of the surprise is traveling in style."

"You got that right. This is a sweet ride. My dad hardly ever hires limos, and when he does, it's for work. The only ones I've ever been in were during school. And those reeked of beer. And usually had a half-naked frat guy with his head through the sunroof screaming drunken insults at pedestrians."

This, she thought was much better. A nice ride and an even nicer guy. And the two of them all alone with all sorts of possibilities.

"Damn," he said. "I forgot to arrange for the drunken frat guy." He pointed to the sunroof. "Shall I start to strip down?"

"Later," she said. "I think you can count on it." She looked him slowly up and down, and then licked her lips for effect. "But I think I'll keep you in the limo and all to myself."

She asked where they were going, but he told her that was part of the surprise.

"I grew up here, too, you know," she said. "Surprise destinations aren't going to be that easy unless you're taking me to the airport."

"Damn. I forgot to reserve the jet to Paris."

She had a sudden v

ision of the two of them in Paris, eating croissants from a street cafe, holding hands as the rode up the Eiffel Tower, exploring the Louvre and all the winding streets in the city.

With his sense of fun and his love of history, it would be an amazing trip, and it scared her a little how much she wanted to start seriously planning just such a journey.

He pulled her close then and kissed her, distracting her from her Parisian fantasies and ensuring that she lost all interest in trying to figure out where they were going. Instead, they wiled away the time enjoying a time-honored limo tradition--making out in privacy in the very back seat.

Once the car stopped, she was distracted by the need to straighten her clothes, and so she didn't realize where they were until the driver opened the door and she recognized the well-known Austin restaurant.

"The Oasis!" she said, thrilled with his choice. "And just in time for sunset. This couldn't be more perfect."

"I'm friends with one of the bartenders, and he promised he'd make sure the hostess seats us at a perfect table."

She knew what he meant by perfect, of course. The Oasis was built in multiple levels on a hill overlooking Lake Travis. It faced the west, and the sunsets over the water were both stunning and well-known. Getting a primo table, especially in the summer, was quite a feat.

"You're amazing. A limo and perfect seats. What will you think of next?"

"Actually, margaritas and nachos if that sounds good to you."

"Are you kidding? It's perfect." She squeezed his hand across the table. "This is perfect."

They still had thirty minutes until sunset, and they talked about everything and nothing--including her fantasy Paris trip--as the sun slipped lower and lower in the sky, finally disappearing in a cacophony of color.

"That was amazing," she said. "This date has been amazing."

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