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The rest of the dinner went smoothly with the awkwardness of their last date no longer hanging over their heads.
When they walked out of the restaurant to his car, she had been the one to press herself against him as she looped her arm around his offered one. Her head lightly rested against the side of his upper arm and he found the weight to be very pleasing.
While he drove, she played with the ends of his hair that had spilled over the divider of the seats.
The familiar action brought the smallest of smiles on his face.
He soon parked the car and turned to her. She was already facing him as her fingers further tangled into his hair.
"Would a dinner date on Sunday be too soon?"
"No," she said and then leaned up in her seat to kiss him.
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Sunday's date involved more flirtations and touching.
She wore a chocolate colored dress with a turquoise and tan wide belt. He wore a dark olive dress shirt with the top buttons undone.
He had his arm around her waist in their booth table when she turned to face him suddenly.
"How did you know which days I worked?" But before he responded, she quickly added in, "and the excuse of being a hunter won't work this time."
He gave her a half smirk. His face came to hers and his nose ran along her cheek.
"I asked one of your co-workers."
"Was it Karen?"
"I do not reveal my sources to anyone," he went up to her ear, his lips lightly brushing it, "especially not to you."
She shivered, liking his low, playful tone. "What if I asked nicely?"
"I'd rather you don't," he purred and then kissed the sensitive area behind her ear.
Her heart raced at his dark suggestion. Impulsively, she caught his lips, making sure to bite his bottom lip. "I think you like my temper a little too much."
"Your fire," he heatedly corrected as his hand along her jaw kept her in place so that he could return the gesture.
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After dinner and long after he had parked the car near the dorms, she still stayed inside.
Muffled moans sounded from within; she was on his lap on the driver's side of the car as they were in a passionate kiss. The skirt of her dress had ridden dangerously high, much to his delight as his hands searched for more skin. She moaned in his mouth, her hands beneath his shirt moving even more frantically as the feeling in her lower stomach intensified with the delicious burning touch of his hands and the heat of his mouth.
"Tuesday?" he managed to ask when her mouth disconnected from his and went to his neck. He was tempted to ask for Monday, but he didn't want to give the impression of impatience by asking for a date the day after the previous one.
She groaned in disappointment. "I have a new set of shifts this week." Her head pulled up from his neck to look at him. "Most of them are long, but Thursday's shift is short." She bit her bottom lip, wondering if it would be too forward to say what she wanted to, but seeing his steady gaze, she found herself saying it.
"I don't mind us eating in."
He let her lidded expression register in his mind. "My place or yours?"
She liked the slight huskiness to his voice. "I think yours would be better."
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