“Sounds boring.”
He shrugs, and I open my bottle of water just as one of the staff brings over two huge plates filled with various types of street tacos—chicken, steak, tofu, veggie, and even... Narrowing my eyes, I lean forward to get a better look.
“Is that . . .shrimp?”
My eyes dart up to see Alex grinning at me. “Yup. Just for you.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Bro,why?”
“Are you telling me you don’tactuallylike shrimp?” His eyes are fucking gleaming now, and he reaches to the plate in front of him and grabs one of the chicken tacos.
“You know I don’t,” I counter.
He fake-scoffs, his eyes still bright, and he just grins through his chewing as he stares at me, his gaze warm and familiar. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel my cheeks heating up again. Or more. Maybe they never cooled off.
Alex tips his head toward the plate in front of me. “Someone’s got to eat it, and it’s notgoing to be me.”
The challenge isn’t really one I care to beat, and so, despite Alex’s huff, I pick up one of the veggie tacos instead. The two corn tortillas are stuffed with black beans, roasted zucchini, peppers, onions, and cilantro, and even though I thought I wasn’t hungry, I find myself shoving the small taco in my mouth and taking a huge bite.
It’s really, really good, and I finish in only a few more bites as Alex downs his chicken taco and one of the steak tacos. We talk a little more between bites, not about anything consequential, but the longer we’re together, the more I just want to drop the tacos, grab his hand, drag him back out to his mom’s truck, and disappear with him into the back seat so we can continue where we left off this morning.
His lips look so fucking kissable, and I find myself staring at them after I’ve eaten my third taco. Without meaning to, my tongue peeks out of my mouth and wets my own lips, and I hear him suck in a breath. My eyes shift back up to his, my heart pounding, and he takes a long, slow breath, leans in, and says, “Done eating?”
I nod eagerly, and he holds my gaze for another couple of seconds, then he nods, too, and hops up to head to the counter. A minute later, he returns with a take-out box. We both move the remaining tacos to the box, and then together, we jog out through the rain to the truck. The doors unlock as we approach, and I almost laugh as he glances around before grabbing the handle for the rear passenger side door. He yanks it open and nods at me.
“Tinted windows in the back,” he says with a silly grin, and I laugh and jump in the truck ahead of him.
His hand finds my back as he follows me in, and as soon as the door closes behind us, he quickly sets the take-out box in the front seat and grabs me around the waist, pulling me over into his lap. His lips find mine, and he kisses me once and then again andagain, like he’s been waiting all day to devour me. Without losing contact, I shift to straddle him, settling on top of his thighs, and he groans into the kiss as his hands start to roam across my back. He untucks my shirt and slips a hand up underneath, and I break the kiss, dropping my forehead to his shoulder as his soft skin caresses mine.
“Ah, god. Fuck, that’s good.”
“Mm-hmm,” he hums in response, and his lips graze my temple as he holds me against him, his hand now sliding all the way up my back to my shoulders. His other arm is around my waist, and he pulls my hips closer with a groan. “Oh, fuck,” he hisses, his breath hot on my cheek.
I laugh at his curse, though I’m fighting not to be too overwhelmed by everything myself. I can feel his cock through his jeans, hard and hot and pressing into my upper thigh. It’s a lot, and every bit of this is new to me.
It feels incredible. Comfortable. Right.
And fucking good.
Wanting more of that pressure, wanting to feel his arousal and know it’s because ofme, I grind my hips down into him. I gasp at the sensation, and at the same time, he throws his head back and groans. God, I love that sound.
I turn my head, breathing hard as I grind into him again. “You keep making that noise,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the spot right at the base of his neck. “I like it.A lot.”
“Nico...” His breathing is ragged as both of his hands shift to my hips, his fingers flexing into me like he wants to pull me down onto him more. “You... keep doing things that make me make that noise,” he murmurs, breathless and rough. “Mmm, and god, I like it, too.”
I straighten up a little, frame his face with my hands, and lower my mouth back to his. It’s all heat and softness this time, and whenboth of his arms slip back around my waist, I can’t stop the shiver that runs all the way down into my toes. I pull away, breathing hard, and rest my forehead against his.
Some urgent need to apologize bubbles up in my chest, but I manage to push it away as his lips graze my cheek.
“Ice cream?” he asks, though he doesn’t sound super interested in it.
Neither am I. I shake my head and settle into him more, my arms wrapped loosely around his neck. I don’t wanna move from this spot.
A quiet laugh rumbles in his chest, and then he breathes in deeply, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His lips find my skin, and he starts covering me in light, airy, teasing kisses.
We don’t say anything else. I think we don’t really need to right now.
And I’m happy to just bask in this feeling for as long as I can.
