“Hold on,” I said as I attempted to find a good place to grab it at the other end. I didn’t want our tree getting all banged up.
We got it into the bed of the truck after moving the packages Killjoy had picked up before dinner—which I had learned were parts for a motorcycle he was working on fixing up—and with some grunting and struggling, of course. I didn’t feel like I was much help. At least Killjoy didn’t huff at me like I was in the way. Santa-Not-Santa shuffled up just in time to hand Killjoy a pretty basic and heavy-looking, red base that was chipped in a few places. And somehow, that was perfect, too.
I hopped into the truck. Killjoy cranked it up, and I was thrilled it was still holding heat from before. Without thinking too much, I scooted over on the bench seat until my thigh was pressed right up against his.
He turned his head, a look of shock and surprise on his face.
“I want that kiss now,” I said. My lips kicked up into a crooked smile.
Even in the darkened cab of the truck, I could tell his eyes had dropped down to look at my mouth. After a second, he dragged his gaze back up to meet mine.
“Then, I suppose you should take it,” he shot back.
God, why was that so hot?
So many things went through my head.
I was so ready to attack him. To climb onto his lap and mash my lips against his. To plunge my greedy tongue into hismouth and taste every inch of him. To strip him naked and bury my face in his balls.
Yeah, maybe I needed to slow down.
It wasn’t always about sex with me. I swear it wasn’t. Honestly, I’d never wanted someone the way I wanted him. Which was insane, and some of the thoughts zipping through my head kind of scared me a little. I wasn’t possessive by nature, but I did have this weird primal need to mark him as mine. You know, put my cum-scented stamp all over him.
See, I was starting to sound creepy.
No, in all honesty, I wanted a kiss. A slow, meaningful, sweet kiss with Killjoy. The kind that made you nervous because it was the first time you were kissing that person, but it also came with tingles of excitement. A first kiss could tell of so much. One, whether you were compatible or not. But there were other things you could get from it too, and I was dying to find out every single thing I could learn about the man.
My gaze flitted from his eyes to his lips. I couldn’t tell which I wanted to look at. Okay, so what I really wanted to do was shut my eyes and kiss his lips, but I was suddenly feeling… butterflies? What was this? Sure, I’d gotten tummy butterflies over a man before. This was nothing new. But it had been a loooong fucking time since I’d felt them.
Okay. I could do this. Iwantedto do this. It was kissing. Which was no big deal… right?
My lips brushed against his. Since mine were half numb, I wondered if I had really felt anything. But then I pressed my mouth against his, and a fire lit me up inside. Starting with my mouth, and slowly, like hot molasses, it worked its way down my body. Not like sex tingles, which, okay fine, they were there too, but this was so much more. I parted my mouth slightly just to see what he would do. He mimicked me, but didn’t push it further.My tongue darted out, and I got my first taste of him. It was divine.
The tingles ramped up, overtaking my whole body, making me feel like I was buzzing. Like I was alive. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I kissed him with everything I had in me. Slow and deep. The cab filled with the hot pants of two people desperately needing air between each kiss, but we didn’t take long to catch our breath before we were back on each other.
I pressed right up against him. There were too many obstacles. Clothes and truck things and… ugh! Why didn’t I wait until we were back at the cabin and I could have us both naked in under two minutes?
“Danny,” he whispered, his hands coming to land on my cheeks, holding me in place as he pulled away.
When I opened my eyes, I was instantly met with his. His pupils blown wide, and I knew he’d been affected by the kiss the same way I had.
“Hmmm?” I tried to go back in for more, but he gently held me in place.
Had I been wrong? Did he not feel it too? Was I a bad kisser? I’d never had any complaints, but you never knew.
“We should get back before…” He left it hanging, and I wasn’t sure if he was going for “before we freeze to death” or “before I do something crazy like fuck you right in front of Santa-Not-Santa.” That last part might have been my spin on it, but that was the basic idea.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, moving to slide over. I froze when his big hand landed on my thigh. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading wide on my face.
“Buckle up,” he told me as he began to reverse.
Oh, my.
Was it stupid that more flutters filled up my tummy? This was every boy’s hot cowboy date dream. Fine, he wasn’t acowboy, but he was all cute and Southern. And we were driving back from our date, with me sitting right next to him on the bench seat of his truck, my thigh right against his, the two of us sharing warmth. It was seriously a big belt buckle and a cowboy hat away from being ‘giddy-up, baby.’
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Killjoy
