Page 68 of The Yeah, Baby Series

  Her eyes locked with mine for a moment before the corners of her mouth tilted up and she nodded. “Okay, but it will have to be quick so I can get more work done.”

  “How about I cook for you at my home?”

  Her pretty little mouth rounded into an O, making me chuckle. “You cook?”

  “I do. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for it much, but I enjoy it when I can.”

  She looked exasperated for a minute, then her head dropped back and she stared at the sky, muttering something like, “more than just dinner.” I grinned when she looked at me once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I wanted to pump my arm in victory, but I restrained myself. Instead, I quickly kissed her mouth once more, then her nose, before helping her into her car. It was a reliable sedan, but the vivid teal color was an indicator of her bright personality.

  “I’ll send you my address. Text me when you’re home so I know you got there safe, sweetheart,” I purred. “See you at seven.” I shut the door before she could respond and stood back to watch her leave. Only when she was out of sight did I make my way to my own vehicle. I sent her my address and then headed home.

  After parking my Jag in the detached garage behind my historic Federal Hill townhouse, I’d barely walked in the door when my phone chirped from my coat pocket. Glancing at the screen, I grinned at the name displayed there.

  Sweetheart: Home safe. Thank you for dinner. I had a great time.

  I slid my finger over the screen and typed an answer.

  Me: My pleasure. Have sweet dreams about me, beautiful. xxx

  Sweetheart: You too.

  Me: Oh, my dreams about you aren’t sweet, Natalie.

  I could practically see her blushing and my dick hardened at the thought of that pink flush all over her naked body.

  Me: Should I tell you about them?

  Sweetheart: Um, I don’t think so.

  I laughed because somehow, I knew she was lying, but I decided to let her off the hook. I fully intended to reenact some of my naughty dreams with her tomorrow night. It was fast, but the willpower to resist her escaped me.

  Me: You’re right. Show is better than tell. See you tomorrow. ;)

  Sweetheart: That’s not what I meant!

  Damn she was adorable.

  Me: Goodnight, sweetheart. xxx

  My phone didn’t beep again until I was sliding into bed.

  Sweetheart: Goodnight. <3

  At ten after seven, I was debating whether to call a friend in the FBI to get Natalie’s address, but the doorbell chimed and I sighed with relief.

  How was it possible I’d missed her after less than twenty-four hours apart? And, though my cock was making it quite clear it had missed her most, it wasn’t just her body I craved.

  Opening the door, my eyes swept up and down her figure. Her hair was down, spilling over her shoulders, highlighted against the black of her trench coat. The belt was cinched in tight, emphasizing the sensual swell of her hips. Her jacket ended mid-thigh, showing off her gorgeous legs. I tried not to think about the length of the skirt she must be wearing underneath because if she’d worn it all day, I’d go crazy thinking about every motherfucker who’d looked at her. I was already hard as a fucking rock, but when my eyes landed on the strappy, black, sky-high heels on her feet, all the blood left in my brain rushed south and spots danced before my eyes.

  Taking a deep breath, I stood back and swept a hand out towards the house. “Come on in, sweetheart.”

  Natalie peered up at me through her lashes with a secretive little smile. Gripping the lapels of her coat, I dragged her against me, lowering my head until our lips were a breath away. “Keep looking at me like that, Natalie, and we won’t make it to dinner.” I warned darkly.

  Her arms slipped up around my neck and her face shifted to the left, whispering in my ear, “I’m not hungry for food anyway.”

  Fuck.

  Me.

  3

  Natalie

  Jax Croix was a silver-tongued devil. It was the only logical explanation for his ability to make me act completely out of character. In fewer minutes than I wanted to admit to, he’d managed to talk me into a date when I’d planned to stay away from guys until I was fully settled in Baltimore. Then I hadn’t even put up much of a fight when it came to accepting another date the very next night—at his home no less! Judging by the location of his townhouse and the Jag he’d driven to the incredibly expensive restaurant we’d eaten at, his charisma had taken him far as a lawyer too.

  After spending the last twenty-one hours obsessing over what his dreams of me were, I had no choice but to do something about it. Even though I’d graduated at the top of my class and was editor in chief of the law review, I was new to the firm and hadn’t proven myself yet. I wasn’t going to be at the top of my game until I experienced Jax’s dreams for myself.

  Once I’d come to that realization, I’d devised what sounded like a brilliant plan at the time. Standing in front of him, buck naked except for some naughty lingerie under my trench coat, I was starting to reconsider it. Luckily for me, the heated look in his eyes and the outline of his hard cock pressed against his slacks gave me the courage to follow through with my plan.

  Moving out of Jax’s hold, I heard the door slam shut behind me. Then I felt his warmth at my back.

  “Let me take your coat.” His voice was a rough rasp, sending goosebumps along my skin.

  My fingers trembled as I loosened the belt at my waist and let him tug my coat from my shoulders and down my arms. I was tempted to turn at the sound of his deep groan in response to the sight of my almost bare back, but I wasn’t quite ready to show him the view from the front yet.

  “Holy fuck, Natalie,” he breathed out as my coat slid to the floor. He ran his palms from my neck, along my spine, and down to the cheeks of my ass. There was only a bit of lace between us, barely any protection from the searing heat of his hands. “Nobody had better have fucking realized you were practically naked under your coat but me.”

  I whirled around at the possessive growl. I’d meant to remind him that this was only our second date, but nothing came out except for a startled squeak when I realized the sound of tearing fabric I heard was my panties. His fingers had been clenched in the material, and the speed with which I’d turned had ripped them from my body. His gaze seared me as it swept over me, lingering at the swell of my breasts spilling out of my lacy, black bra before continuing down to my now bare pussy. Then there was no time for me to say anything because he’d lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder as he marched through the foyer, across the living room, and up the stairs. By the time I’d gathered my wits about me, I was flying through the air as he tossed me onto a king-sized bed covered with a cream-colored comforter.

  I landed facedown, my hands stretched out towards the headboard. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I found Jax with his pants hanging from his hips and his cock in his hand. It made me even wetter, to the point that I could feel it dripping down my thighs, and I whimpered. He gave himself a couple strokes, his eyes locked on my ass, before he shoved his pants down and climbed onto the mattress to kneel behind me. Sliding his hand in my hair, he snatched my head back and kissed me deeply, until we were both panting.

  “Are you sure you want it like this, sweetheart?” His grip on my hair tightened, and I moaned in response. “Because if not, I’ll find a way to stop. Put some clothes on you. Feed you dinner. See where the night goes. Maybe send you home so you can get the work done that you said you needed to do.”

  “I’m sure,” I whimpered, tilting my hips to brush up against his cock.

  “You’d better be damn certain. Because once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop. I want you too fucking much. It won’t be gentle. Not this first time.”