“While you’re right about me learning to like bein’ by myself and letting go of the circus of fools that surrounded me all the time, you’re wrong about the last thing. You never were my last choice, Rory. Then or now.”
That flustered her.
Good.
“Would either of you care for dessert?” the waitress asked.
“What are the choices?”
“Pumpkin cheesecake, apple strudel pie, lemon honey cake, peanut butter pie, chocolate caramel brownie. Or we’ve got ice cream.”
Rory’s eyes took on a devious gleam. “Sugar pie, honey bun, doll face, knowing my tastes so well, which dessert would you pick for me?”
A challenge. “Depends on if you’re planning on sharing or if this is just strictly your treat.”
“No sharing.”
“Ah, there pops out the mine demand of an only child. So I’ll say…the peanut butter pie.”
Her look of surprise was classic.
Dalton smiled at the waitress. “But go ahead and bring us two forks.”
“How did you know?” she demanded. “Was it just a lucky guess?”
He kissed the inside of her wrist. “Nope.”
“Let go of my hand.”
That demand only made him slide his lips farther up to nibble on the soft inner flesh of her forearm.
“You are trying to fluster me, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” But she didn’t remove her hand from his. “So I believe it was my turn to tell you three things about me that you don’t know. Big. Small. Funny.” He sank his teeth into the base of her thumb. “Sexy.”
Rory made a soft noise.
“Here’s a small thing. I keep a hundred dollar bill in my truck and another one folded up in my wallet. I’ve never used them but they’re there if I need them.”
“Is that because you didn’t have enough money for something at one time and it embarrassed you?”
“I can’t trace it to a specific incident, but probably.”
“Interesting.” She pulled their joined hands closer and rubbed her lips across his knuckles. The entire side of his body broke out in goose bumps. “Tell me something sexy, McKay.”
“How sexy we talkin’?”
“As explicit as you wanna get.”
“When I was in Amsterdam, I hired a lesbian prostitute. For twenty-four hours she taught me everything about sexually satisfying a woman. And I mean everything.”
Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed. Then she said, “Are you serious?”
“Nope.”
She dropped his hand. “That was…”
“Funny, actually.”
“No, it was not!”
“Come on, Rory. Admit it’s a little funny.”
Her lips quirked. “Okay. It was a tiny bit funny.”
The waitress dropped off the pie.
Rory immediately snatched both forks. “For that lesbian hooker story, you lost pie. If you behave yourself, I might give you a little taste.” She sliced off a forkful and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm.”
He growled, “You’re gonna torture me. Makin’ sex noises while you’re eating that pie.”
“Sex noises?” she asked innocently.
“Sex noises like you’ll make when my mouth is buried in your pu**y. When I’m licking up every bit of your sweet cream and then when I go back for another bite. And another because I’m positive I won’t be able to get enough of the slice of heaven between your thighs.”
Rory sliced off a huge piece of pie and held it up to his lips. “I’m gonna love hearing that deep growly voice whispering sexy things in my ear when you’re making me moan those sex noises. But for now, how about if we stop teasing each other because it’s bound to get us into all sorts of trouble in a public place.”
He grinned. That was Rory’s way of telling him he’d passed her I’ve changed test. “I agree.” He let her feed him the pie.
“So were you really in Amsterdam?”
“Yep. Wasn’t my favorite place, but I had a good time.”
“Where was your favorite place?”
“Lloret de Mar in Spain.” Dalton started talking about his travels. Then Rory told him about her experiences overseas and they completely lost track of time.
The waitress pointed out the lights were off in Dewey’s, and she showed them the door.
“First time we’ve closed down a restaurant.”
“Far more fun than closing down a bar.” He took her hand as they walked to his truck.
“I’ll definitely have a clear memory of tonight.”
At her house he left his truck running so he wouldn’t be tempted to stay, but he walked her to the gate. “Thank you for today. For all your help and hanging out. I had a great time.”
“Me too. Do you, ah, want to come in?”
“Yes.” Dalton twisted a strand of her hair around his finger. “More than anything. But I’m gonna turn around, get in my truck and go home instead.”
“Okay.”
He pressed his lips to hers. “I’m goin’.”
“Uh-huh.”
Another kiss. “Seriously.”
“I believe you.”
The sweet kisses ended and he damn near inhaled her.
Jingle raced out the doggie door and barked at them.
Dalton broke the kiss. “Helluva guard dog, Rory.”
She laughed.
“I’ll see you this week.”
Chapter Nine
Rory couldn’t believe it when Dalton waltzed into her yoga class at the community center.
She just about swallowed her tongue seeing him in a black tank top and baggy athletic shorts, his feet bare, his hair just a little too shaggy, dark stubble on his face, those damn dimples and a gleam in his ridiculously blue eyes. The man looked like a rogue pirate. A hot pirate, with thickly muscled arms and a broad chest. When he stretched his arms above his head and his shirt rode up, she noticed that sexy cut of muscle on either side of his hips. She envisioned herself dropping to her knees and following that deep line with her tongue.
And yep, she caught a glimpse of his abs. Whoa. Did he have a six-pack, an eight-pack, or my god…was that a twelve-pack of abs?
No. Fucking. Way. Now she really wanted a closer look.
The other ladies in the class were taking a serious gander at the delicious Dalton. It’d be all over town tomorrow that a macho McKay male had attended a women’s yoga class. Then again, a McKay being surrounded by swooning women wasn’t exactly news.