Damn.He was cute, no matter his get-up.
But despite his hotness, the manwasproving to be extremely frustrating.
After their discussion on Saturday, where they’d gone over the logistics of living together, he’d dropped his bomb about falling in love, but then hadn’t followed through with anything…delicious.
She’d expected him to carry her into her bedroom like a movie hero where they’d make explosive love.
Or not.
Right. Because it hadn’t happened.
Could it be due to the fact that she hadn’t returned his words?
Being honest with herself, shewasfalling in love with Vince—ifshe wasn’t already there—but she was afraid. How would Vince deal if they committed to each other, and then something…unexpected happened. Health wise.
There were no guarantees with cancer.
Lace sighed. Why had she fallen for a Sothard?
Their family code of morals was over-the-top impeccable, from what she’d previously learned from Bobbie, and now she knew it first hand.
Vince had told her that as much as he’d like to touch her all over and culminate the attraction that sparked between them, she deserved more than a tumble, especially since they hadn’t even dated yet.
Lace had tried to point out thathe’dcounted their ice-cream outing as a date, but Vince had shaken his head and denounced that as being nothing more than wishful thinking, before he pontificated on it. Arealdate, he said, was about dressing upand going out, showing her off to friends and family, and having some clothes-onintimacy before moving ahead to other things.
To be fair, Vince had then kissed the ever-loving stuffing out of her; a long, make-out session on her couch that had leftherbreathless, andhim, hard as a pike. But just when she thought she might have an edge at getting into his pants, he’d shut things down.
Le sigh.
He’d even murmured “I love you”, more than once.
She’d give him that.
For now.
But if Vince thought she was going to waste any more time picking at the hors d’oeuvres on the dainty plate he presented, when what she craved was an entire hungry-man-meal, he was sadly mistaken.
They were headed for her bedroom tonight, whether he gave it the green light, or not. The only thing that would stop her, was if he convinced her he didn’t want to.
That was a solid, “duh”, but…
On Saturday, his heart had been racing during their couch-time as fast as hers had, if not faster. They’d also dry-humped during a good portion of their lip-lockage, and his heavy cock grinding aggressively up against the seam of her jeans, wasnoprosthetic.
Disappointingly, there’d been no repeat of the contact since, much to her teeth-grinding frustration.
On Sunday, she’d worked and Vince had moved in.
On Monday, she’d shipped out again, while he and his friend Statler had been at the house all day, ripping things apart in the bathroom and taking measurements.
Neither day had been short for her, but when she’d dragged herself in the door, Vince already had a casserole out of the refrigerator and heated, both nights.
So freaking caring.
How easy it would be to get used to that kind of thoughtful regard, but again, fear was holding her back.
They’d shared some lighthearted chat over food, but when she’d yawned so wide that Vince said he could see her tonsils, he’d sent her off to bed.
Alone.