Since this was our second round shopping for this project, we got what we needed in record time, but by the time we had it all loaded in the truck; we were both sweaty and layered with dirt and wood shavings.
I looked down at myself. “I don’t think I’m in any condition to go to a fancy Italian restaurant.”
She laughed and dusted off her jeans. “Me either, should we pick somewhere more casual?”
I looked her over, this woman who’d had my head in knots for the last two weeks. Her hair was falling out of a loose ponytail; her shirt and jeans were dusty and probably smelled like lumber. Her hands had scars and cuts, just like mine did.
I’d come within inches of kissing her on more than one occasion. We’d joked about sex, danced around the subject over and over. Now we were finally on a date…although not a fancy one…and I didn’t want to share her with the world for another second.
I stepped closer, moving slowly enough that she could tell me to buzz off if we weren’t on the same page. I brought my hands to her hips and pulled her until we were pressed together. She brought her hands up and rested them lightly on my elbows.
“What’s on your mind, Wyatt?” She teased with a smile.
“What if instead of taking you out, I take you to my place?”
“And what would we do there?”
I swayed my head back and forth as if I were thinking about it. “Get cleaned up. I could cook you dinner, and then maybe we could finally kiss without being interrupted by other people.”
She hummed her agreement. “I think I might need an appetizer if I have to wait ‘til we get back to your place for the main course.” She ran her hands up over my biceps, then rested them on the tops of my shoulders, her eyes locked on my lips.
“I like the way you think.”
Finally, I was able to close the distance between us — she might have actually met me halfway — and I tasted her for the first time. On the surface, it was all sweetness and minty lip balm, but underneath — where it counted — it was raw and desperate. Her arms tightened around me and I did the same, my hips pressed against hers, my rapidly hardening cock trapped between our bodies. Her breath caught as she moved her lips over mine. I gently bit her bottom lip before sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She held the hair at the base of my neck, guiding my head where she wanted it with the subtle sting of her grip. I wasn’t much of a pain for pleasure guy, but this was working for me.
My fingers itched to roam over her body, and I was forgetting to breathe.
A car horn blared, and we pulled apart. Her cheeks were bright red, and I was sure I looked the same. “We need to get back to your place,” she said.
“Get in the truck.”
Chapter Fifteen
Vera
Wyatt pulled the truck onto the highway, and he stared intently at the road. He was a man on a mission, and I was absolutely here for it. “I really want to rub my hands over you right now, but I don’t want to distract you while you’re driving.”
He huffed a laugh. “Telling me that is distracting me while I’m driving.”
“Oh really? You should be thinking about what you’re going to do when we get back to your place. There was a lot of big talk about how you were better than my toys.”
He glanced over at me, and I held my breath. “Can’t be that hard to beat them, toys don’t have tongues.”
I laughed. “One of them actually does.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I shrugged.
“What about one that has a tongue and can thrust inside you at the same time?”
“Sorry, they have those too.”
He breathed hard through his nose. “Alright, but can it do that and tease your nipples at the same time?”
“I mean, two toys could…”
He groaned and pretended to hit his forehead on the steering wheel. “You’re going to give me performance anxiety.”
