“She’ll say yes,” Amara assures me. “Text her.”
Kimmie texts her mom and she agrees, so I direct Meleck back to the ranch. Once we are out of town, he seems to have a pretty good idea of where to go though. Before I can tell him to turn right on Bishop, he actually asks if that’s the turn, and twenty minutes later, we are pulling into the driveway. Amara and Kimmie hop out as soon as he shifts the truck into park.
“Those two can talk,” he comments.
“A mile a minute,” I say. “Thanks again for picking her up. Thank you for everything today actually. It was nice having help out there.”
“You talking like the day over. You tired of me being around already?”
“N-n-no. I didn’t mean it like that,” I stutter. “We have a lot of stew in the fridge. I was going to see if you wanted to eat dinner with us later tonight.”
“I do.”
He shifts a little, turning to face me, and those damn eyes stare into my soul. Out of nowhere, a wave of nervousness overtakes me and unintentionally, I swallow hard as hell.
“Good because I cooked a lot,” I say, then turn to open the door.
“Ay. Before you get out, I need to do one more thing.”
I turn back to face him then ask, “What?”
Catching me off guard, he wraps his hand around my neck. Gently, he holds it while he leans in. His lips crash into mine with the perfect mixture of passion and aggression. He takes my mouth, then my tongue, as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed. My entire body inflames and a soft moan flows from my mouth into his.This man can kiss.
Once the air is depleted from my lungs and all sense from my mind is gone, he releases my mouth, leaving me wanting more of his lips, more of his tongue, more of him. That kiss changes things. It changes me, and when my eyes open, I see what I already know deep down, I want everything he’s offering.
Chapter 9
Meleck
Wren is fucking beautiful.
Sitting here with her mouth open slightly, her soft ass lips pouty, and her eyes fixated on me, she’s breathtaking and I want to kiss her pretty ass again. Honestly, I’ve been itching to taste her lips since the first time our eyes met and being this close with her has only intensified my itch.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as my hand caresses the side of her pretty face.
“You think?” she says as she smirks. “You’re kind of handsome yourself but I think you look better with this.” While still smirking, she removes my Jaxson from her head then places it on mine. After tilting the brim up with her finger, she leans in closer. “This is for letting me borrow that,” she tells me before softly kissing my lips. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I’m back to devouring her mouth.
Right as I feel her melting into me, there’s taps at the window. Abruptly, our kiss breaks and she turns around quickly. Both of us see Amara peering into the window, smiling.
“My bad,” she exclaims as soon as Wren lets her window down. “I thought something was wrong but I see it’s not.” She grins.
“Go back in the house, girl. We’re coming,” Wren says. She’s trying to be stern but I hear the playfulness in her tone.
“Take your time,” Amara says before turning and rushing back into the house.
While shaking her head, Wren turns back to face me. “I better get in there and warm this food. We can finish this after dinner.” She winks then climbs her sexy ass out of the truck.
I smile too damn hard as I watch her walk into the house.I definitely will finish or start something with her after dinner later.
When she’s inside, I get out and grab the bags from the hardware store. I take them all to the barn then grab a wheelbarrow from the tool shed. Using it, I take the wood from the bed of the truck to the backyard. There’s an axe in the shed too so I use it to split a few logs for the fireplace in the attic.
I’ll start rewiring tomorrow. This evening, I take the next hour and a half to check and measure the voltage output of all the outlets in the barn. Once they are all checked, I hit my unc.
“What’s up, nephew?” he answers.
“Checking in. I’ll be back at The Phoxes Den Thursday. I can bring your truck,” I tell him. I appreciate his help but I’m not big on taking handouts.
“You landed somewhere?” he asks.
