Once I can breathe without gasping for air, I say, “I know where we can go.”
I give him directions up the side of a canyon. I’ve actually never been there at night, but I can only imagine the view of the lights below us. I direct him to the country and turn when we hit Mix Canyon Road.
The street is void of any streetlights and crowded in darkness from the large trees that block the moonlight. A few houses come into view when we turn the dark corners as we climb up the hill.
After we make it to the top, I point to where to park, and he turns the engine off, killing the lights at the same time. Up here, the trees are sparse, and the moonlight beams brightly above us.
His hand grips mine, and the electricity in the air gets so thick, I can barely breathe. We’ve never been this alone, and if he’s thinking anything like I am, we’re in trouble.
The sparks are starting to ignite as my body temperature rises. My breath hitches as his eyes bore into mine.
I turn to him, bringing my knee up so I can face him more. “So, tell me something, something I don’t know yet,” I say, trying to break the buzz around us.
The chuckle that escapes his mouth makes my chest tighten. He’s so gorgeous. I haven’t been able to ogle him this way, and I’m not trying to hide that I’m checking him out in every way right now.
“What, like a truth or dare?” He raises his eyebrows in a seductive question.
I playfully slap his arm, and he grabs my hand, holding it there.
“No, more like get to know some secrets about you.”
“Secrets can ruin moods. How about something lighter?”
My own secrets come to mind, and I can’t agree more. “Okay, good point. What’s your guilty pleasure?”
“Besides daydreaming about what you’d feel like underneath me?” My breathing stops completely, and he smirks, continuing so I can recover. “I’m a sucker for sweets.”
“Sweets, huh? What kind?”
“Chocolate, ice cream, whipped cream.” His eyes blaze into mine, and all I can envision is him licking said whipped cream off my body.
I reposition myself in the seat to ease the sudden ache, and he grips my hand tighter.
“What about you? What’s your favorite thing to do?”
Besides think about you?I try to hide the flush creeping up my face by glancing down.
“What just went through your head?”
I look up to him too quickly. “Nothing. Why?”
He reaches his hand out to touch my cheek. “Your face is telling a different story.”
I lean into him, and he leaves it there, our eyes locked on each other.
“What is it saying?” I whisper.
I watch his chest move up and down as his vision bounces back and forth from my lips back to my eyes. The pause in his answer is building so much electricity in the air that I feel like a match would ignite us to flames.
“How about we check out this view?” he says. He sighs and opens his door before I can say anything.
I take a minute to gather my wits before I step out of the truck. He’s leaning against the front, one foot resting up on the bumper, staring off in the distance.
Lights flicker from the city below us as we sit in silence, taking it all in.
He pulls me close to him, my back to his front, and wraps his arm around my shoulders. The sigh he releases is full of content, and my entire body reacts the same way.
Being in his arms makes me feel so free, so protected, as pure elation floats through me whenever he’s near.
