Kinsey turns first. “Where have you been and why are your cheeks pink?”
“Danced with Cam and then went to the ladies’ room.” I take the last sip of my drink which is mostly just melted ice at this point. “Guess I got too jiggy with it, got overheated.”
Brynn’s eyes narrow. “You’re being weird.”
I sigh. “Am I? You know what? You’re right. I should probably go home.”
“I didn’t mean you need to—”
I smile and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight. “I love you, Brynn, happy birthday. I’ll text you in the morning.”
“Um, okay.”
I circle to Kinsey, hugging her. “Don’t get into any bar fights.”
She taps my back. “No promises.”
Before anyone can say anything else, I grab my clutch and race out the door.
The air outside is cool against my flushed skin; the night is a chorus of crickets and distant laughter. Cam stands by the passenger door of his truck and as I walk toward him, he opens it, offering his hand. Chivalry looks good on him. I take it and climb in, skirt hitching up my thigh as I settle. His gaze catches on bare skin and his jaw tightens, a flicker of heat he doesn’t bother to hide as he shuts the door and rounds the truck.
“Seat belt,” he says once he settles in his seat, voice a shade rougher.
I click it, pulse skittering.
He puts the truck in drive, and he turns out of the parking lot. Just when I can’t stand the silence any longer, he speaks.
“Show me, Katie.”
“Huh?”
“Open your legs and show me.”
I think my brain just left my body.
I shift in the seat turning toward him. Slowly, I part my legs and slide my skirt up my thighs. He turns his head in two sharp snaps, attempting to look while keeping an eye on the road.
“So fucking pretty. Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
He reaches over, eyes on the road. I take his wrist and guide his hand. When his fingertips graze my pussy, I gasp, and every muscle in me tenses.
“Already wet. We’re gonna have so much fun, Katie.”
I close my legs and lower my skirt because if I don’t, I’m going to make him pull this damn truck over. “Drive, Wells.”
He has the nerve to chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
The drive is short—Cedar Falls is small and generous that way. He parks in the driveway of his rental and helps me out. We walk through the door and he flips on the lights. I’ve been to his place before, but it was just to hang out, watch Dancing with the Stars with Evie or other innocent things. I’ve never even seen his bedroom. But tonight I will. He shuts the door and locks up behind us. Then he turns, and for a second we just look at each other.
“I don’t do this,” I say, which is only half a lie. I don’t do this without thinking it to death first.
“I know.” His keys hit a dish with a soft clink. “I don’t either.”
He steps into me and threads his hands into my hair, guiding my mouth to his. He kisses me softly, lips grazing mine and settling there, not pushing deeper—just holding the moment, letting the tension build between us until I’m leaning into him without realizing it. Then I slide my tongue against the seam of his lips and he opens. He moans as his tongue slides against mine, tasting like relief and something I didn’t realize I’d been starving for. He lifts me with a hand under my thigh, the other braced at my spine, and I wrap around him shamelessly. He carries me down the hall, shoulder nudging a door open. The bedroom is dark with the soft outline of a bed I have no business wanting to lie in as much as I do.
He sets me on the mattress and stands there for a heartbeat, chest rising, asking one more time. “You’re still okay?”
