Standing behind me, he answers with a kiss on the top of my head. A kiss on that spot is chaste and not meant to be romantic in any way. Gage kisses me there. So do my brother, José, and some of the guys in the crew, when they don’t think my brother will knock them unconscious for daring to touch his little sis.
But from this man? My insides melt, and my core aches and throbs anew for more of Bobby’s tender, romantic kisses.
Eyes still closed, I glance over my shoulder and smile. There’s soft laughter from behind me. I reach for him, but he doesn’t intend to start the action inside his truck. The lower half of me is pulled back against his crotch, the pressure from his fingers on my hips pooling heat in the junction between my legs. I could orgasm again.
He chuckles softly. Did something funny happen? Then I realize I’ve slipped. “I spoke out loud, didn’t I?”
He grasps my jaw and turns my head to the side, followed by a kiss on my forehead. My insides quiver, and a sigh of contentment slips from me.
This man is too charming for his own good, and I am falling deeper than I thought I could ever fall again. And this is only the beginning. I promised him one day and one night. My heart is begging for more time. I shove the thought to the back of my mind and tell my heart to mind its own business.
This is my fantasy, and fantasies are about the physical and not the emotions.
His erection beneath his slacks is hot and thick, pressing along my butt. I cover one of his hands on my hips with mine and grind my backside against his heat and his thickness. “Inside your truck, now.”
He releases his hold on my hip and takes my other hand before bringing my fingers to his mouth. His breath is hot on my skin. My knees are weak. He steadies me with his hand slung across my belly. The hair on his arm against my bare skin sets me afire.
“We’re not in your truck. Get us inside, and we can finish what we started.”
He nips on the tip of my pinky. I sharply inhale at the mix of pain and pleasure from his teeth.
“Is that a no?”
He sucks on my pinky.
“Does that mean yes?”
More sucking. I moan and slump forward against the leather seat.
“Biting my pinky means no. Sucking on my pinky is a yes. Is that right?”
He sucks on my pinky.
Good God, how many other ways can this man use our bodies without saying a word? Unable to wait to find out, I hoist myself inside his truck. He follows, closes the door, and pulls me onto his lap. Sitting sideways on his lap isn’t enough. I want to feel how much he wants me.
I straddle him.
Long fingers caress my face, from my eyebrows to the jut of my chin and down my arms before he interlaces our fingers. He squeezes and I squeeze back, my heart racing and my sex throbbing as the outline of his erection presses against me.
“Open your eyes, Ever. I want you to see who you promised one day and one night to.”
I do as he asked. The back lot where he’s parked is dark. There are no streetlights like where I’m parked, but the lights inside his truck are on.
Straddling his thick thighs, I take in the sight of him. His hair sticks on end like he just woke up. His eyes are half-closed, like he just came and is ready for more. His mouth is parted, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth when he sees me staring.
Bobby stares back and tilts his head slightly. He’s asking for my okay, and my heart sings. The fantasy has ended, and this is reality. Consent is important. I give it, pressing my lips on his.
The kiss starts slowly, almost shy on both our parts, though we’ve shared all types of kisses already. Urgent ones. Sweet, romantic ones. Ones I never want to end.
We kiss close-mouthed. Pecks on the lips. One. Two. Until he runs the tip of his tongue along the seams and coaxes my mouth open. Our tongues touch. Taste. He tastes so good. Bitter beer mixed with a sweetness that is his own signature flavor. I clutch his shirt and pull him closer. Our tongues tangle. My hair is fisted in his hand. I’m grinding on the outline of his erection.
I want this kiss to last forever. I want to continue what started as a fantasy and bring it into reality with us tangled in bed.
But it’s not to be. Not tonight.
I have to haul ass out of here before Ty and Gage realize I’m nowhere near my rental. I break off the kiss, lingering longer than I should, given that I’m the one ending it. “I should go. It’s a long drive home, and my brother will worry.”
He clasps my face between his large palms. “My offer stands. Stay the night. I promise I won’t be at the house.”
