“You want this?” he asks, his eyes scorching into my soul.
“Yes,” I breathe, unable to do anything else.
My body’s yearning for his touch. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt a burning need inside me, and it’s so intense, I wonder if I’ll spontaneously combust if he doesn’t press his lips against mine.
The worry vanishes when he takes my mouth hard and fast as he slides his hand up the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair. Every nerve ending in my body that has been dormant for years suddenly comes alive.
My body melts against his, wanting his warmth and craving the hardness of him. My mind is filled with thoughts, but nothing is processing because I’m too lost in the roughness of his kiss.
I press my palms against his stomach, moaning as his teeth nip at my bottom lip before his tongue slips into my mouth, dancing with mine. I trace the lines of his abs with my fingers as I move my hands to his back, trying to find a way to tether myself to him…to this moment.
My toes curl in my boots, something I’ve never experienced before. Everything feels new and different from the past. Is it because it’s been so long or because it’s him? I don’t have time or the ability to decide because he moves one hand up to my face, cradling my jaw in his warm palm. I open my lips wider, letting his mouth have free rein over mine.
And just as quickly as it began, the kiss ends. He pulls away, leaving me panting for more.
“Your place or mine?” I ask, not ready for the night to be over. This is a different side of me, and if I don’t act on it, I’m not sure I’ll ever be this bold again.
Brax sweeps his tongue across his bottom lip, and my knees wobble at the memory of how he tasted. “My truck,” he says as he grabs my hand, pulling me down the sidewalk. “There’s no time to drive anywhere.”
“No time for what?” I follow him, letting him lead me toward his truck.
“I need more.”
“I’ve never done it in a car,” I blurt out, and I almost trip as the realization of what I just said crashes over me.
Brax stops abruptly and turns to face me. “We’re not doing it in the car, Iris.” He shakes his head and smiles down at me. “I’m not that kind of guy, but I want to kiss. I want to touch you, and I don’t want to wait.”
“We’re not going to do it?” I ask, confused.
He shakes his head again. “Not yet.”
Part of me is crushed by his statement. It has been far too long since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t of my own making, and I was looking forward to seeing if Brax had the ability to give me one. I have full faith that he has the skills, and probably the experience, to make it the best one of my life.
I haven’t made out in a car since high school, but if that’s what Brax wants to do, I am all for it. Kissing and heavy petting will be the perfect way to end this evening until he’s ready for more. Maybe I’m not what he expects or wants, but he’s willing to give me a little more to remember him by.
But as soon as my feet come unstuck from the snow and my body moves with his, I remember he said not yet. That gives me hope. Maybe I won’t have to memorize every moment I’m about to experience to last me until the next time I see some action.
When we round the side of the restaurant and walk into the parking lot, I see a truck that’s idling in its parking spot.
“I heated it up already,” he says as we approach the beast. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
I don’t bother telling him it would be impossible for me to get hypothermia with the amount of heat coming off my body from need. He opens the door for me, something that still makes my heart skip a beat. The man has old-school manners, and every minute I’m with him, the more points he gets in the perfect date column.
“In you go,” he says as he opens the door and waits for me to climb inside.
I take his hand as I step onto the running board and situate myself in the front seat. I glance around and am happily surprised that it’s a bench seat. Making out wouldn’t have been possible in my sedan because the middle console would be in the way, but this…this was made for action.
Maybe I’m not the first woman to be in this position either, but as soon as that thought enters my mind, I push it away.
It doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past. The only thing that is important is this moment, and I am going to do my best to live it to the fullest.
The windows to the truck are blacked out, giving us much-needed privacy for what I hope is about to happen.
Brax opens the door to the driver’s side and sloughs off his coat, throwing it behind the seat before he climbs in. “Take it off,” he says as his eyes drop to my long wool coat. “It’ll be in the way.”
I don’t argue because he’s right. And the last thing I want is something in the way of whatever he’s about to do to me. I slide my arms out of the jacket and push the bulky fabric down behind me.
He presses a button on the dashboard, and thesteering wheel moves farther away from him. “Come here,” he says, patting his lap. “Climb on top.”
