Page 26 of Blue Moon

I finally summoned the strength to pull away from him. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me expectantly.

I didn’t know what to say, so I turned my attention to the moon. “Wow, this moon is so stunning. Thanks for coming up here with me.”

“Thanks for taking me out here. I had a good time with you tonight.” He looked at his watch. “We should be going soon though. I’ll drop you off at home and then head back to my hotel. I have to get up early for tomorrow’s air show.”

Right. Wow, I was shocked that he wasn’t even trying to spend the night with me. Maybe I had read him all wrong. I’d callously assumed this bad boy pilot was just some womanizer with low morals and a high libido.

“I understand. Let’s go.”

We stood up, and he folded the blanket. After walking back to the parking lot, we got into his car, and he drove down the mountain back to my place. He pulled in a guest parking space before getting out of the car to open my car door for me. Still a total gentleman. Swoon!

“Let me walk you in.”

I nodded and led him to my front door. Would he try to come in? Kiss me again? Shake my hand? Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me or thought I was a horrible kisser. I pulled at my hair as anxiety crept up inside my chest.

“Well, this is me. Do you want to come in and have some tea?”

Tea? As if. Whiskey, Sol, not tea.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m gonna call it.”

I pursed my lips and tried to blink back the disappointment. Why did I care? I’d practically hated him yesterday. Apart from his undeniably good looks, he had been rude and arrogant. He didn’t live near me, and we could never ever be anything more than a fling.

But something about him, like the way he’d treated me during the flight and on our date tonight, made me believe deep down, Sawyer was truly a good man. He was real and honest and caring like he’d described his friends back in Iowa. Something must’ve happened to him in his past that had forced him to wear that cocky exterior like armor.

But in our limited time together, I would never have the opportunity to get to know him.

“Okay, night.” I debated giving him a high five, then turned to the door and fumbled with my key.

He twirled me around by the wrist, pressed me up against the door, and kissed me again. But this kiss wasn’t like our first—it was full of lust, and I could feel his hard cock press against me. His left hand gripped my thigh as he hiked up my dress, and his tongue darted into my mouth.

Oh my god! I was melting against him. A hunger I had never experienced bolted through my body.

This time, he pulled away first and gave me a devilish grin.

I caught my breath, and my cheeks burned impossibly hot.

“Night, Sol. I had a great time tonight. Thanks for taking me to the restaurant and to see the Blue Moon. After the show tomorrow, I’m taking you on another date. But not to one of your fancy Instagram-worthy five-star restaurants. We’re going to a dive bar.”

Dive bar? I wouldn’t be caught dead in a dive bar. What would I post?

I opened my mouth to say as much, but was shocked to hear myself reply, “I can’t wait.”

What was wrong with me? Two kisses from this hunk and I was acting completely off-brand. Like a different woman.

The scary thing was I liked it.