This girl makes me feel like a bumbling teenager again.

Just when I thought I was finally the one in control, she had to jump away from me like I'm going to bite her. At least I was able to catch her before she went down.

Not that I'd keep her from going down if she wanted to, I think. There I go, acting like a teenager again.

My hands were on her too long. Not that there'd be anything but too long when it comes to touching Tiffany. I could swat a mosquito on her arm and it would still be enough to send electricity coursing through my body, straight to my dick.

It's been a long damn time since a girl got me hard this easy, that's for sure. Shoving my hands in my pockets is partly a ploy to hide the obvious from her and partly to keep me from letting my hands wander around those luscious hips of hers till her ass fills my palms and I have her body pulled tight against mine with my mouth on hers.

Imagining what those tits would feel like pressed up against my chest while my hands roam her body does the exact opposite of what I need right now-- namely to get my dick under control.

Dinner conversation wasn't very useful in learning more about her. The steak joint was loud on a Saturday night and having Helen and Raven both with us made it feel more like a dinner party than the first time I got to meet my future wife.

I was hoping Tiffany would be up for ditching the chaperons and spending some time getting to know each other some place quiet where we could really talk. If we happen to end up back at my hotel, all the better.

That wasn't my plan when I decided to stay the night in Durango. My place is an hour or so away and not knowing how long it takes to meet one's bride when she's already been picked out for you, I wasn't sure I'd be up for driving back the same night.

It might have crossed my mind that if things went well, it'd be nice to be around for breakfast before the girls head back home again. I just didn't think I'd be thinking that grabbing breakfast with my fiance might be nicer if it's room service.

Tiffany's head bobs up and down when I run the idea of grabbing coffee by her again but she calls out for Raven and Helen and my heart sinks.

Yeah, I guess it's still technically our first date and we're supposed to be under supervision. I like Raven well enough, Lord knows I owe her more than what she charged me for finding me a woman like Tiffany, but I was hoping for a chance to get some alone time with my bride to be.

"Coffee sounds like a great idea," Raven agrees with a bright smile as her head moves with her eyes from Tiffany to me and back. "I'll take this back to the room for you and put it in the fridge." Raven reaches for Tiffany's boxed-up left-over steak.

"You're not coming with us?" I can't tell if Tiffany's voice is relieved or disappointed.

"Oh heavens no." Raven laughs, her eyes landing on mine with what I swear is a twinkle. "I'm still on California time," she looks at the designer watch on her wrist, "I still have a ton of work to get done today. You two have fun."

"They sneakin' off behind the bleachers?" Helen jokes as Raven joins her and I watch the two women head back to the parking lot.

Of course, my neighbor makes sure to say it plenty loud enough that me and Tiffany, and the rest of Durango, can hear her.

I can't hear what Raven answers but I do hear both women laugh out loud as they leave us standing on the sidewalk.

"Did Helen come in her own car?" Tiffany half asks, half wonders out loud.

"Nope," I answer.

"How's she getting home?"

"Looks like Raven's dropping her off at the hotel, I guess." No one mentioned it to me, and watching Helen get into Raven's rental car like it was the plan all along gives me a weird feeling like maybe this wasn't my idea after all.

"Was that always the plan?"

Tiffany sounds like I feel as she turns back toward me like she thinks I know more than she does. All I can do is shrug. "If it was, they didn't bother running it by me first," I tell her.

The smile I got used to during dinner spreads across Tiffany's face, lighting her up like a Christmas tree.

"I think we've been bamboozled," she says with a wink.

"I think you're right," I agree. "There's a coffee shop just up the block if you don't mind walking?"

Just like that, I've got Tiffany's arm threaded through mine as we head to the little coffee place I spied on my way to the steakhouse earlier.

I have to walk slow so she can keep up and I wonder if it's the heels or if my long-ass legs just carry me everywhere too damn fast.

Secretly, I find myself looking forward to taking it slow for the rest of my life with Tiffany's hand on my arm like it is now. I like the idea of giving all these sorry fuckers driving past us plenty of time to hate my guts for taking this woman off the market.

Sorry guys, I don't know why her last husband gave her up, but I'm not planning on being stupid enough to let her get away.