“Want what?”
“Me thinking about how good your hand feels in mine?”
“Jesus.” Solo rubbed his face. “You’ve done, like, a total one-eighty on me. I guess my, um, brain is trying to catch-up.”
With my hand firmly wrapped around his, I tugged him across the console and leaned in until my lips ghosted over the top of his. “You don’t mind if I kiss you until it does, do you?”
“What the hell happened to you up there in that plane?”
I nipped at his lower lip, and when Solo moaned and opened for me, I whispered, “I realized what’s important.”
Right there, in an open convertible where anyone could see, I kissed Solo, softly at first, giving him a moment to get his bearings, since I seemed to have blown his mind. Then, as his lips melted into mine, I reached for the back of his neck, holding him right where I wanted him, and when I felt him grasp at the sides of my shirt, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
As I deepened the kiss, I felt the moan escape his throat, and I swallowed it down greedily, wanting to devour every taste and sound he gave me. God, I wanted him. I knew that now, and finally, after a lifetime of denying myself what I truly wanted, I was taking it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had the thought that this was dangerous, that he was fire, and getting too close would get me burned. But when Solo angled his head for more, I pushed those thoughts away. He wasn’t the type to choose to be with someone, but then again, neither was I, or at least I’d never allowed myself that pleasure. So what if we both chose each other? What then?
I could practically hear Solo telling me toshut up with the what-ifs and kiss me, so I turned my brain off and focused back on the way Solo’s mouth moved so perfectly in sync with mine. I could’ve kissed him for hours, but the sudden honking and whooping of a passing car made us break away.
Lips swollen and eyes glazed over, Solo had never looked sexier. Well, maybe he had when he was naked, but…
“Brain caught up yet?” I said, grinning at the dazed look he gave me.
“Brain…destroyed.”
I laughed and reached into the back seat for the bag of food, the smell almost as intoxicating as Solo. “How about we take care of a hunger that won’t get us arrested?”
When I turned back to see Solo still staring at me, I grinned.
“I have to say, I kind of like being the only person to get this kind of reaction out of you.”
Seeming to snap himself out of his daze, Solo reached for the bag. “And what kind of reaction is that?”
“Hmm…you look a little dazed and confused, lieutenant.”
“That’s an apt description. Throw in ‘hard as a rock’ and you basically have me in a nutshell.”
My eyes dropped to his lap and the delicious outline of his erection, and he let out a soft groan.
“Aww, come on… Haven’t you tortured me enough already?”
“Tortured you?” I raised my eyes to see him placing the bag over his lap.
“I mean, here you are finally all the fuck over me, and I can’t do shit about it for at least…how many days?”
I chuckled. “At least a week.”
His groan was painful, and he shut his eyes and let his head fall back on the seat. “You suck.”
“I could…if that would help?”
Solo turned his head and pinned me with anare you kidding me?look. “You enjoying yourself?”
“More than I expected.” Getting serious, I reached over and trailed my fingers down the side of his cheek. “Thank you for bringing me out here today.”
Solo took in a shuddering breath, and again I found it interesting that he seemed almost shy, as he nodded and reached up to squeeze my hand, drawing it down between us.
“Like you said, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than sitting in this car, sharing this meal, with a man I never knew I was looking for until today.”
