Operation Date Escape

leaned back and held her hand up between them, wriggling her fingers. “Wing sauce.”
    Joe backed her up against the faux granite countertop , taking her hand in his. “Not a problem.” He brought her fingers to his lips and sucked each and every one in slow torturous strokes.
    She groaned softly. “Joe...”
    “Mmmm.”
    She squeezed her thighs together as a rush of desire moistened her newly purchased panties. “I collect vibrators!” she blurted out.
    He lifted his head to look at her. “What?”
    She was in desperate need for some mental regrouping. “That’s my secret.”
    His mouth curled up into a grin. “Vibrators?”
    She nodded.
    “Should I be jealous?”
    “What?”
    “Sounds like I have a lot of competition.”
    She laughed softly. “Something tells me that if there was a competition my vibrators would lose hands down against you.”
    He lowered his mouth to her s, brushing it lightly over her lips. “Just think of the money you’ll save on batteries having me around.”
    She closed her eyes, waiting for the passionate kiss his husky words promised. Only it never came. The pressure of his body pressed against hers eased. She looked up at him questioningly.
    “Let’s go see this collection of yours so I’ll know what I’m up against.”
    There was no turning back now. She took his hand and led him into her living room. She pointed toward the curio cabinet. “There it is.”
    His blue eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. “Talk about an arsenal.” He crossed the room, shaking his head and chuckling.
    “I’ve been collecting them for years,” she said, stepping up beside him.
    “ Who knew they made so many different kinds? Hell, most of these look more like torture devices than instruments of pleasure.”
    “You sound just like Kelsie.”
    He glanced her way. “You aren’t by any chance into S&M are you?”
    “Afraid not,” she answered with a smile. “I’m not big on pain. And for your information, these vibrators are for display purposes only.”
    He blew out a breath. “Phew. That helps ease the performance anxiety.”
    She smacked his arm playfully. “Who are you kidding? I’ll bet you’ve never had performance anxiety in your life.”
    He pulled her into his arms. “No, and I have no intention of starting tonight.”
    * * *
    “Well, here we are.” Cole’s husky voice broke the sexually charged silence as they pulled up to the two-car garage that extended out from a beige ranch-style house with cranberry shutters.
    Kelsie smiled, her pulse still racing from the out-of-control kiss they’d shared back at the restaurant parking lot. “Nice place.”
    He returned her smile, that to-die-for dimple taunting her. Who needed a bed? She would be perfectly willing to climb up on his lap and test out the shocks on this monster of a truck.
    Where had that thought come from? Oh shit, she was becoming Nanci. It seemed her best friend’s sex-on-the-brain way of thinking had started to rub off on her, too. At least she had only thought about getting down and dirty with Cole in his truck. Nanci would have done it.
    He shifted in the seat to face her and slung his arm over the wheel. “I like it. Bought it a couple of years ago. I figured it was a good investment.”
    How could a guy as smart and as good looking as Cole still be single? He was hot with a capital H-O-T. He’d obviously been dating the wrong kind of women. She was an expert on incompatibility dating.
    Her gaze traveled down the front of his shirt to the denim hugging his long, muscular thighs and the heat between hers increased.
    “Kelsie?”
    Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “W...what?”
    He looked at her questioningly. “You having second thoughts?”
    Embarrassed to have been caught eyeing him up like a piece of chocolate during PMS, she turned to look out her window. “No, not at all. I was just thinking that you’ve got the perfect yard to have sex in.”
    “Sex?”
    She turned to him. “What?” A second later, what she’d said sank in to her arousal clouded brain. “I meant a cookout.” Though sex anywhere with him at that moment sounded pretty good to her.
    He gave a husky chuckle and opened his door. “While I don’t have a problem with making love to you in my front yard, I think my neighbors might. Of course, it is going to be dark out soon...” Stepping out, he closed his door and rounded the truck to open hers.
    She was glad he wasn’t playing the bad boy completely because