“No,” I laugh. “Don’t do that. It’s basically a keepsake of our meeting.”
“I thought this was the first time we met,” she says, and there’s something else in her voice. Is she flirting with me? I look down at her, and she smiles up at me. Her lips are pink, her high cheeks rosy, her eyes bright.
“Oh. Right. In that case, can I kiss you?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she says in a velvety tone. “Should we?”
“Why not?” I ask.
“We might regret it,” she says as I run my thumb along her jawline.
“Not if it’s a one-time thing.” I tell her. “After tonight, it’ll just be a memory. A smile we can’t explain to other people when they ask what we are thinking about.”
“And if we run into each other again?” she asks, and I pull her against me.
“Then I guess we’ll both be smiling, confusing everyone else, won’t we?”
She leans in and my lips cover hers. My tongue runs along the line of her bottom lip, sweet and cool. I work my jaw to allow the kiss to go deeper.
Charlotte wraps her arms around me, and I pick her up. I hold her with one arm while using the other hand to press the button on my key fob. I open the back door of my truck and set her on the seat.
“We can’t have sex in your truck in the middle of the city!” she gasps.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Someone could see us,” she says.
“In this parking lot?” I ask.
“There could be cameras,” she says. Our lips locked together, my hands tugging at her coat to get what’s underneath. Her hands are raking through my hair, down my back, and over my chest.
“Let them watch.” I say, devouring her neck.
“Gavin!” she says, pressing against me, and I realize that she’s not budging on this one. I shouldn’t be surprised. Charlotte might be frisky in the sack, but that’s when the sack is in a house or hotel with the doors locked and the windows drawn and the location on her phone turned off.
“Fine,” I say, crawling into the truck with her and closing the door behind me. I am suddenly grateful the car salesman talked me into the XL because this full back seat is definitely coming in handy right now.
“What are we doing?” she whispers.
“You can talk normally, you know,” I tell her as I crawl over to her and kiss her again. “No one is around.” Then I smirk at her. “Hell, you can scream if you’d like.”
“I do not scream,” she says, and I arch an eyebrow.
“I remember differently,” I say.
“Remember what?” she asks. I start to say something, but then I realize she is still playing our little game. That’s fine. I can roleplay too.
“Challenge accepted,” I say.
“What are you talking about?” she asks as I make my way lower.
“You said you don’t scream.”
“And I don’t. I–oh…God…”
Charlotte is cut off when my mouth covers her pussy. She’s insistent on wearing dresses, no matter how cold it is outside. I love it. It’s easy access, especially when all she has on under the dress is a lacy thong. I didn’t expect Charlotte to be wearing a thong. She’s business on top and fun underneath. When my tongue trails a path down the length of her, I know I’ve found the fun side.
“Oh my God,” she says again.
