They left after that, pulled up to the park and found a good spot under a tree for their chairs. The music was good, they talked back and forth some, they laughed, and they listened to music.
The two beers he’d packed, they drank them while they had their snacks she’d brought and then washed it down with the water before they left.
By the time they were at her place a few hours later, it was hours before dinnertime. He hadn’t mentioned anything about going out and she wasn’t going to either.
“So date number two,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Okay, he got where she was going with her statement last night. “This might actually be our first date.”
His smile dropped. “Are you serious? Everything we’ve done is a date. You’re going to start to argue that on me?”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the forlorn look on his face. “I suppose you are right.”
“What was that? You said I was right again.” His hands reached for her, grabbed her sides and pulled her close, his lips just a whisper from hers. “This might be becoming a habit. A good one for my ego.”
“I’m about to shoot your ego down though,” she said, her tongue coming out and running along her lips in a tease. Hook, line, and sinker, he lowered his mouth to hers. “Mmm, you’ve got some nice lips there that I’d like on mine.”
“It’s mutual,” he said back, kissing her long and deep. When he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes. “But you’re sending me on my way, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am. Have a good night, Wyatt.”
22
Jump Her
Date three. At least that was what Wyatt was going to make sure Adriana knew when she showed up soon with her bike.
He didn’t care they were going on a ride. It was a date in his eyes the same as the others they’d had where they’d hiked, went to the adventure gym, played racquetball, and so on. Even the movies.
He let her think it was otherwise, but he wasn’t going to again.
They were moving toward another step in his eyes and he was going to make her aware of it.
When she texted that she was in the parking lot, he’d grabbed his bike and brought it down the stairs and met her there. They put their helmets on and she climbed on and followed him behind the buildings and down a few side roads until they got to the bike trails.
They rode for about forty minutes before he’d pulled over to take a drink and see how she was doing. It was pretty hot today. If he’d known it was going to be like this, he might have not agreed when she brought it up at the concert yesterday.
But since she had and she wanted to spend time with him, he was going to jump on any opportunity to be with her. To maybe jump her.
“How are you doing?”
“Good,” she said, taking her own bottle of water off her bike. “It’s warmer than I thought it’d be though. How long is the trail?”
“They go on forever. We can turn around and go back whenever you want,” he said.
“If you don’t mind. I’m going to need a shower for sure. I’m already working up an appetite too. I’ve lost five pounds since I started hanging out with you.”
“Hanging out with me?” he asked. That didn’t sound as promising as he wanted it to be.
“You know what I mean,” she said.
“No, I don’t. Explain it. Do you normally hang out with men and kiss them like you did me?”
She laughed. “You sound jealous.”
“Hardly,” he’d said back. It’s not like she was a tease or making her way through men. It’d been almost a month at this point since they’d met. They’d spent a lot of time together and he finally just got to kiss her this weekend.
That didn’t scream anyone that slept around.
Which of course was making this hard on him. In more ways than one.
He could tell she wasn’t going to say much more when she put her water back in its holder and then turned her bike to go back.
They did have plans for dinner and he assumed she’d brought a change of clothes to shower at his place again.
He’d have to deal with her when they were back there and what his plan was for dinner.
“That was fun,” she said forty minutes later. “Not a hard ride but a fun one.”
“Do you like it hard?” he asked. He hadn’t meant to voice it like he had but wouldn’t regret it either.
She tilted her head and just said, “Sometimes.”
He gulped. He knew he did. Damn it. Maybe she was a tease after all.
“So for dinner,” he started to say, “I thought I could grill for us. What do you think? Or would you rather go out?”
“That sounds good,” she said. “If I’d known I would have made something and brought it.”
“Do you like to cook?” he asked. “I grill and do the basic things.”
“I’m Hispanic. I love to cook. I love to eat too. That is why I’m so active so it doesn’t look like I love food as much as I do.”
He adored the curves on her. Fantasized about them. “I think your body is just about perfect. You didn’t need to lose anything and I can’t believe you did.”
“I’m not sure where I lost it,” she said. “I just know I got on the scale and it was five pounds less. It’s not like I think my clothes are baggier on me, but I wear scrubs so much I can’t really tell. Even when I come home I’m in shorts that are loose or yoga pants.”
He had images of her in yoga pants and that sports bra he’d gotten a glimpse of when she pulled that wet shirt over her head weeks ago. That wasn’t helping the cock in his shorts that wanted to stand up and wave.
“Do you eat a
