Free Road to Reason by Natalie Ann Page A

never heard before.  A tingling in her body she had never felt before.  If this was chemistry, then sign her up for more. 
    She pushed her body closer to his, felt his arousal against her stomach, and couldn’t hold the whimper back. 
    Sliding his fingers through her hair he held her head in place, deepening the kiss. Pulling her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it, then released it.  She thought she died and went to heaven.
    He pushed her away quickly and looked at her face. She’d barely registered that she had been all but plastered against him.
    “I’d say we’ve got chemistry,” he whispered.
    Her eyes widened. “Yeah.”

Dating
                 
    “So I guess we’re dating?” Kaitlin asked, stepping back, he didn’t miss the trembling of her legs.
    Frankly, he was glad for the distance. He needed to compose himself, and fast. He had no idea he could be so shaken from a simple kiss.  “Not yet,” he said, coyly.  “But we will be after tonight.”
    “What does that mean?” she asked, frowning.
    “It means we haven’t gone on a date yet.” He chuckled at her pout. “Once we go on a date or two then we could be considered dating.”
    “I guess that makes sense. If you want to be literal.”
    “I’m always literal.” He tilted his head at her, the lines crinkling around his eyes. She was just so cute when she was all flustered.
    “So when’s our first date then?”
    “You aren’t going to be one of those women who has to know everything in advance, are you? Someone who has to plan out all the details?”
    She huffed out a breath. “I don’t know. Are you going to be one of those guys who has to call all the shots?”
    Good for her. “Not at all. I’ll let you call as many shots as you like.”
    “Okay, so explain your comment then.”
    He sighed. Must have been too subtle for her. “Romance. Spontaneity.  All those types of things. It keeps things exciting,” he informed her.
    “I’ll take your word for it. All my dates had been planned way in advance. I guess everyone in Manhattan is too busy to be spontaneous.”
    She was so clueless. He was going to have so much fun educating her.  More fun that he’d ever had before. Starting with right now. “Go get changed, because as much as I like looking at you in those clothes, I don’t think you’re the kind of person to go out in public dressed that way.”
    She looked down at her clothing, remembered what she was wearing, or how little she was wearing, and squeaked while she tried to pull her shirt down a bit past her hips to no avail. Then tried to tug her shorts down, again to no avail.
    He laughed at her attempt at modesty. It was a little late for that right now when she had been rubbing up against him like a cat in heat. He kept that bit of information to himself, no reason to embarrass her more.  Soon though. Soon he wouldn’t hold back what he was thinking.
    “No, definitely not.  But what should I put on? What are we doing?” she asked.
    “Nothing special. Just something to run to the store and get some food. Our first date should be relaxing.  We can come back here and cook dinner, get to know each other a bit more,” he said thoughtfully. Then realized she might not want to do that. “Unless you want to go out?”
    “No, that’s fine. But you expect me to cook for you on our first date?” She grinned at him. “This was your idea you know,” she said, teasing him.
    She was even more beautiful when she smiled.  Her eyes softened, her mouth curving generously.   Thoughts of that mouth ran through his brain and he realized maybe it wasn’t a good idea to stay in the house with her all day. “No, I’m going to cook for you,” he informed her. “Since you so kindly pointed out it was my idea. Unless, of course, you don’t want someone else working in your kitchen.”
    “You cook?” she asked, amused.
    “Of course I cook.  I’m a pretty good cook on top of it,” he said