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“Sandy,” I muttered, as I tried to ignore the matchmaking gaze beaming from my mom’s eyes.
“Oh, aren’t you a card?” My mom waved at me and laughed.
“It was quite lovely, Mrs. Bloom. Good suggestion.” Henry kissed ass.
“So glad you enjoyed it. Would you two like more food? More Yahtzee?”
I was about to say no when Henry started talking for the both of us.
“Actually, Mrs. Bloom, I think Rosie and I are going to head back to the city. We have some research to do for a project she’s working on, and I’ve been dying to get some hands-on time with it.”
With a squeeze to my hand, he winked at my mom and gave both my parents a hug, as I stood stiff as a board from his comment.
Hands-on time? What the hell did that mean?
My parents led us out to the car and gave me a hug goodbye. Like a robot, I got in the car, buckled up, and looked out the window while Henry said his last farewells.
I didn’t know what to say, what to expect as we drove away.
Like clockwork, Henry’s hand once again found my thigh, and when I looked at him from his caress, he smiled at me and turned up the music, ignoring my questioning eyes.
Just like the ride to my parents’ house, it was going to be a long ride back to the city.
Chapter Nineteen
The Fleshy Popsicle
On the way home, we got stuck in traffic, shocker, so when we got to the apartment, we were met with a dark living room.
The ride back was full of sexual tension, something I’d never experienced for such a long period of time, so instead of trying to make conversation, I turned my head out the window and pretended to sleep. Pretended being the key word. There was no sleeping with Henry’s hand lightly caressing my thigh for the entire trip.
Feeling anxious and unsettled, I followed Henry into the apartment as he switched on lights. Like a coward, I headed straight to my room where I could debrief my day with my notebook and possibly think about what kind of Chinese food I wanted to gorge myself in.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Henry asked as he came up right behind me.
Without turning around, I answered, “To my room, to change and—”
“Nope. We’re going to my room.”
“What? Why?”
Without answering, Henry led me to his bedroom and then shut the door behind us. He turned me in his embrace and looked at me with the most serious face I had ever seen.
His hand cupped my cheek as his body invaded every last inch of personal space I had. My back hit his door as he pinned me, making sure I had no way of squirming away, not that I wanted to. With the stroke of his thumb against my cheekbone, I started to melt on the spot.
His other hand gripped my waist just as his head lowered to mine. He was substantially taller than me, so it was a little bit of a journey to have our lips meet, but I didn’t mind going on my tippy-toes to meet him halfway. Soon, my hand went around his neck.
Our lips connected and my stomach bottomed out from having Henry wrapped around me again. All concerns I felt before—the tension, the uneasiness—all faded the minute Henry wrapped his arms around me.
He was warm, strong, comforting, and sexy.
Damn, was he sexy.
Being a little adventurous, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue against his lips, which caused a groan to rumble out of his chest. His hand once on my waist found its way to the hem of my dress.
“I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you like this, touch you like this. God, Rosie, you’re making my fucking dreams come true right now.”
My heart stumbled, his words hitting me hard as he started to lift my dress up until his hand met my panty line. Breath escaped me as his fingers danced along the seam of my conservative panties.
