“I’ll just have to keep trying to impress you, then.” I reached out, gently guiding his face toward the pond. “How about we take in a show?”
His lips parted as he watched the blazing orange sun sink behind the clouds, turning the sky into pastel streaks of pink and purple. He swiped his tongue over his lips, just a few inches from my fingers that lingered on his chin.
The urge to lean in and kiss him almost overpowered me.
I hopped out of the truck and went to the driver’s side. Leaning in, I turned on the radio. It began to pump out a rock ballad.
Maverick raised his eyebrows at me as I returned to the back of the truck and held out a hand.
“What are we doing now?” he asked as he hopped down.
I tugged him against me. “Dancing.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes meeting mine. “You have gone all out.”
I grasped his left forearm and guided it around my neck, then did the same with his right. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
I rested my hands on his hips as we swayed to the music. He searched my eyes for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay, Damon. You win this round. This date blows every other one I’ve had away.”
“Knew it.” I grinned. “I am the king.”
“Mm-hmm. You’re the best. So, I guess you can take me home now, right? Celebrate your victory.”
I frowned. “Why would I do that?”
“Well, this date was just a challenge for you, right? A game to win.”
“No, I…” The words piled up in my throat. I had Maverick in my arms, and he was a guy—there was a definite hardness pressing my thigh that was probably his dick—and instead of that turning me off, I didn’t want to let go.,
I tightened my grip on his hips, tugging him harder against me.
He gasped. “Damon…”
“This is a good date, right? Why end it early?”
“Because…” He slipped his hands from behind my neck and raised them to my jaw. Slowly, he drew me closer, eyes slipping closed. And then those sweet, luscious lips were on mine.
He kissed me softly, lips clinging as he waited…
Waited for me to kiss him back or shove him away? As if there was really any choice. I wrapped an arm around hisback, hauling him closer as my mouth opened of its own accord, desperate to taste him.
He groaned, the sound deep and masculine and yet so fucking sexy, as his silky tongue met mine. His lips tasted like cherry from the lip gloss, his tongue like tangy margarita, and I couldn’t drink him down fast enough.
The kiss was wild and frantic, wet and filthy, and yet so incredibly sweet. My heart pounded, blood rushing south, and before I knew it, I’d grabbed two handfuls of that amazing ass and squeezed.
He gasped against my mouth. “Damon, oh god…”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, kissing him until we were both panting and shaking, and the night fell to full dark around us.
“We need to slow down,” Maverick said, pulling back.
My dick was so hard it ached, and I wanted nothing more than to lay him down in my truck and fuck him whatever way he’d let me. But I forced myself to take a step back and take a deep breath.
“You want to stop?”
“No,” he said with a disbelieving laugh. “But this is our first date, and you’ve never done this before.” He paused. “Have you?”
“Not with a guy.”
