Watching Her Read Free

wine. “And most
importantly, your corkscrew and wine glasses.”

 
    I quickly showed him where everything was. As he
opened the wine, he stared at me with those dark eyes. “Well, gorgeous, I’ve
been looking forward to seeing you all day. I was pretty disappointed when you
texted me you had to work. But I’m glad to see you now.” He poured some wine
into the glasses. Raising a glass to me, he smiled. “Here’s to getting to know
each other.”

 
    I smiled. “I’ll drink to that.” I took a sip of my
wine, watching him over the top of my glass. I couldn’t believe this tattooed,
sexy man was standing in my kitchen.

 
    Setting my glass down with a sigh, I said, “Would
you mind if I changed? I’m dying to get out of these work clothes.”

 
    “Sure, gorgeous.”

 
    “Thanks. Make yourself at home. The remote is over
there somewhere. I’ll be right back.”

 
    “Hurry back.” He grinned. My stomach flipped.

 
    “I will.” I hurried into my bedroom, shutting the
door behind me. Leaning against it, I took a deep breath.  

 
    I slipped out of my dress clothes, pulling on some
yoga pants and a t-shirt. I gathered my long curls up into a messy bun,
checking myself in the mirror quick. Could I look any less glamorous? Really,
what did he see in me?

 
    My stomach grumbled just then and I decided I better
get out there to eat some pizza. Brett had turned on the radio and had a slice
of pizza for me on a plate.

 
    His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Hey, gorgeous.” I couldn’t
help but grin when he called me that.

 
    Pulling at my t-shirt, I rolled my eyes. “I don’t
feel so gorgeous. Definitely not what I had planned to wear on our first date.”
I sat on the stool next to him.

 
    “No? Well, I think you look sexy as hell right now. There
is nothing hotter than a woman who is comfortable to just be herself around a
man.” I squeezed my thighs together, feeling desire pool in my belly as his
gaze roved over me.

 
    I grinned sheepishly. “Thanks.”

 
    We talked as we ate, getting to know each other
better. I discovered that he owned a tattoo shop and loved old movies, reading,
and motorcycles. Music was a passion of his too. He could play piano, guitar,
and the drums. He loved rock n’ roll, but also enjoyed country and classical
music. I loved that he didn’t fit the mold of the kind of guy I thought he
might be.

 
    He didn’t mention much about his family, other than
that he was raised by his mother and that he had two older sisters. I told him
about my boring life, never getting into trouble, college, and my unexciting
job.

 
    When we finished eating, he helped me clean up the
dishes. I couldn’t help but notice the confidence with which he moved around my
kitchen, as if he had been there a million times before.

 
    Turning around, I leaned against the counter next to
him. “Thanks for the wine and pizza.”

 
    He looked down at me with a smile. “Any time,
gorgeous. I’m just glad I still got to see you.”

 
    “Me too,” I murmured, my eyes locked on his. I was
dying for him to kiss me.

 
    He moved close, his hard body pressing me into the
counter, almost trapping me. “It’s late. Do you want me to go?”

 
    All I could do was shake my head as I looked up at
him. He brushed his knuckles on my cheek. “Good.”

 
    He leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle
at first. Snaking my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into his. A growl
escaped his throat, his kiss suddenly growing in intensity as he moved his
hands to my hips, pressing his erection against me. His tongue searched out
mine, teasing it. Man, could he kiss!

 
    He pulled away from me suddenly, his breathing
heavy. His eyes were hooded with lust. “I better go, gorgeous, before I do
something I will regret.”

 
    I brought my hands up to my swollen lips. I had
never ever been kissed like that in my life. I didn’t want him to go, but I
knew he was