He was driving me crazy.

I didn’t plan on making a move tonight, just have dinner. I wanted him to make the first move so that he was comfortable.

Then I saw him, kissed him, took in that mouth watering scent. Not to mention that he started flirting, so different from the aggressive, to the point men I’m used to. His seduction was like a ballet, elegant and subtle.

Not to mention his casual t-shirt and jeans, hugging his lean, fit form.

The taste of his lips is driving me wild, my control snapping. I deepen the kiss, devouring his mouth.

Lifting him onto the counter, I press my growing erection into his own.

His hands go around my neck, pulling me closer, locking me into the kiss, his tongue battling me, teasing mine. He doesn’t submit to me but matches me head on and I find it intoxicating.

Pulling back, I lean my forehead against his. I take in his blown pupils and lust filled gaze. His calm, neutral mask stripped away.

Fuck it’s sexy as hell.

“Jing,” my voice is strained with need and desire. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to later. If you don’t want this or aren’t ready, please tell me now and we’ll stop. We’ll have dinner and a nice quiet date?”

“And if we don’t stop?”

I lean in, my mouth close to his ear, my body fully pressed against his.

“Then I’m going to make love to you so hard and for so long you won’t even remember your name. I will make you mine, wholly, completely and unashamedly mine.”

His hands slip from my neck and I prepare to step away from him, as much as I want him to be mine, I need him to want it as much as I do.

But then his hands travel down my body to grip my ass and pull me even closer to him, pressing himself hard against me.

“Then don’t stop Mister Bruin.” He presses his lips to mine again, whispering against them. “Make me yours.”

The way he says Mister Bruin should be illegal. His seduction game is next level.

I waste no time getting both our shirts off, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I dive back into his mouth craving his taste.

I grab his hips tightly as his hands explore my chest. I slip one hand around to grab a hold of his phenomenal ass.

The harsh ring of a cell phone breaks the moment. He pulls away from my lips with a curse.

“Ignore it.” I mutter leaning back in.

“I can’t. That’s the emergency phone.”

He pushes me back gently and slides off the counter. That unreadable neutral mask back in place as he pulls a bright red phone from his pocket.

“I cannot ignore my patients.”

As he answers the call, he turns away from me, walking towards his living room. I watch his lean muscular form as he braces an arm on the full-length window frame and leans against it.

As he talks his voice is calm, but I can see how tense his muscles are and how his free hand opens and clenches repeatedly.

Coming up behind him I snake my arms around his waist and pull him back against my chest. Leaning his head back to rest on my shoulders, I feel him settle comfortably against me.

I don’t listen to his conversation, instead I focus on the warm feel of his skin and steady rhythm of his heart.

Deciding to give him some privacy for his call, I press a kiss to his cheek and briefly squeeze his waist before heading back towards the kitchen.

Now that he’s not around to distract me, I’m surprised by what he produced. The rolls he had pulled from the oven bending over nearly stopping my heart at the same time, were clearly homemade and fresh.

“I know it’s not much but hopefully it’s at least satisfying.” His voice is the same even, calm tone but when I met his eyes, I see a flicker of something in his eyes, nerves maybe. Another brief glance behind his mask.

“Trust me Gorgeous, the only other time I eat so well is at the monthly family dinner.”

Which I need to talk to him about if I can keep from getting distracted. He leans his entire body against me as he grabs the bowls from the counter.

Well….Fuck.

“Maybe I can help with that… Mister Bruin.”

The little tease winks at me over his shoulder.

So much for no distractions.

He wasn’t going to make this easy.

Talking a deep breath, I grab the rolls and follow him out of the kitchen.

“So, my Mother called me today….”