The perfect spot was on her muscle, where the tendon raced with her pulse. I bit down on the skin and sucked. She moaned when I flicked my tongue on the sensitive area, her grip tightening on me as she ground into me. “Dean.”
“Yes, my name,” I said, my cock stiffening. “Fuck Gabe.”
“You’re insane.” She laughed and tilted my chin up with her red-nailed finger. Her eyelashes looked twice as long, and herblue eyes were the color of the sky in the middle of summer. Just her gaze had me feeling safer, nostalgic, happy.
“Your skin looks good with my teeth marks.”
“Wish I hadget bittenon my list.”
“Let’s add it.” I winked.
She swatted my arm as I slid her down, carefully letting my hands run over her as she landed on her feet. The silky dress was so soft and smooth. I wanted to cover my body with her in this damn dress. She reached out and ran a hand over my jaw, her eyes softening. “You are gorgeous, Romano. Seriously. If I still had my crush, which I don’t, it would come back.”
“Cute.” I pursed my lips and ran a hand over her neck, then down the center of her chest. “If we weren’t us and could be together for real, I’d take you on nice dates all the time just to see you in red.”
A clouded look crossed her face, but it didn’t last long before she blushed. “Thank you. It was fun getting dressed up.”
“I mean, it is a wedding after all. Fancy attire is required on the invite.”
“You prepared to run if we get caught?” she asked, mischief twinkling in her eyes yet again. “We could get into trouble.”
“I’m fast.”
“So am I, but it’s an everyone-for-themselves moment.” She licked her lips, and I had to know what they tasted like.
I dipped my head lower and kissed her once, twice, then a third time. Her pillow-soft lips were so welcoming, like she knew I was battling this urge and took pity on me. She opened her mouth, her tongue sliding against mine andcherries.She tasted like cherries. I didn’t know how or why, but fuck, I loved it.
I always loved cherries.
“Why does your mouth taste so good?” I said between kisses. I probably had lipstick all over my face, but I didn’tcare. She laughed softly, the sound resonating right in my chest where it remained.
She chewed the side of her lip as she stared up at me, using her finger to wipe under my mouth as her gaze softened. This felt intimate. Special. I cleared my throat as she dropped her hand, and I jutted my chin toward the door.
“Are you ready?”
“Sure am. Let’s crash!”
I helped her into my car before putting on a punk playlist. She sang every word as she crossed one leg over the other, the slit showing so much of her skin. It hit me then that I never did this. I didn’t take women on dates. I couldn’t even remember the last time I took a girl in my car. Jessica and I would meet up places, generally hers, but neverthis.Before her, I’d usually meet somewhere and go back to one of our places to hook up. Even in high school, if it wasn’t a dance, I never wanted to drive girls around. Working my jaw, I swallowed down the uncertainty about why Mack felt so right.
Was it because I knew this thing between us had a timeline? Or because I trusted her to not fuck me over? She looked perfect in my car, wearing that red dress, doing this list with just me. Fuck. I ran a hand over my face, leaning on my compartmentalizing skills to focus on the now. Game time.
“You just groaned. Are you nervous? We don’t actually have to crash a wedding. Wait, oh no. Dean! I didn’t even think about what it would mean for your season. We can’t do this!”
“What? No. That’s—’
“Let’s just go to dinner. A really nice dinner. If you want. Not like a date, no, this isn’t… we don’t…date. We list. We do the list. I think, maybe, we can add a date? If you want. Not a real one, you don’t do that.” Her words blurred together, her cheeks pink as she waved her hands in the air everywhere.
Guilt ate at me. She’d picked up on my tension and spiraled. “First, I would love to take you on a date. A real one.”
That wasn’t a lie, and if this was hernot in my league bullshit,I was gonna be pissed.
“But no, my groan wasn’t about getting caught. We’re crashing this wedding, Mallinson, no backing out. Understood?”
“Okay. But what if you get in trouble? Would this prove to your coach about the captain thing?”
“No. We won’t get caught, and we won’t get arrested.” I chuckled and put a hand on her thigh squeezing. “Areyounervous?”
“I wasn’t but then you seemed tense.”
