Page 9 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Single Dad

The tension in my truck grew so thick, it was ready to burst open and explode.

“I know this usually happens after the date,” I grunted out. “But I can no longer wait.” I reached a hand across the middle console, grabbed the side of her face and pulled her towards me.

Then I kissed her, deliciously hard and oh so fucking good.

I’d never be the same again.

CHAPTER FIVE

Imogen

After our first date, he kissed me goodnight. After our second date, we made out in his truck. And after our third date, he invited me inside.

Every date was on a Saturday night, the only night Ronin could secure a babysitter, and we spent the week pining after each other. We’d message with flirty texts which sometimes got a little dirty.

My mouth hurt from smiling so much, my days brighter as I looked forward to his texts, his calls, and his spontaneous lunches.

One late morning out of the blue he called and said he was bringing me lunch. He stopped by with burgers and fries and we laughed around mouthfuls of food.

So when Saturday rolled around, I couldn’t wait to see him.

Especially tonight. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he texted me earlier.

Ronin: I’ll pick you up for dinner at six…but I have a question for you…

My stomach dipped the moment I saw the devil emoji. He was definitely up to no good.

Me: I’m intrigued…

Ronin: Would you like to spend the night with me?

I nearly dropped my phone.

I’d been waiting patiently for him to ask, keeping the ball in his court since he had a child to think about. And now he was.

Me: I’d love to. But no funny business

Ronin: Who me? Never

When he showed up on my doorstep at exactly six, I floated into his truck on a cloud, only a small overnight bag over my shoulder which he eagerly took off my arm.

“I hope I can make it through dinner.” Ronin said as he slid behind the wheel, placing my bag on the back floorboard.

I giggled like a schoolgirl as my entire body flushed hot. Thank God it was dark in the truck because I was sure my cheeks were flaming red.

“Are you that eager for me to see the inside of your house?” I teased and Ronin leaned across the middle console and moved his face near mine.

His scent overtook my senses and my insides turned to mush, the light manly cologne mixed with his own musk leaving me breathless.

It was as if I could feel my every nerve ending, each one firing and misfiring shocks of intense desire. I couldn’t move, his look pining me down as he moved that sexy mouth of his closer and closer.

“I think you know exactly what I’m eager for.” Ronin mumbled, his voice growly and deep just like how it was the first time I heard it.

I closed the distance between us and crushed my mouth onto his, unable to resist his sexy charm any longer.

Instant fireworks exploded in the small cab of the truck as our kiss turned molten, mouths, hands, lips, fingers, and tongue exploring wherever they landed.

“Fuck,” Ronin groaned after he pulled away, his fingers running through my hair. A shiver ran down my back. I pictured his hands touching every part of me and my panties became even more wet. “Maybe we should go to my place and order takeout?”