“I’m starving,” he says, and I chuckle, going for it and taking a pretty big bite myself. Getting more and more comfortable as we eat. We chitchat here and there in between hearty bites, and after we both finish eating, I’m stuffed full.
He packs the dishes away in the cooler, but when he pulls out a container with strawberry cheesecake, I let out a loud groan. “Jesus, fuck, that looks good.” I pat my full belly. “But I don’t think I can eat another bite.”
He smiles, his eyes trailing over my body in a way that lights up my insides and makes me hungry for something else—even though I’m regretting eating so damn much because I’m not sure I can move.
Though for a chance to taste his lips again, I could rally.
“How about we watch a movie and then see if there’s room for dessert.” He says it innocently, but I can’t help but wonder if he means something other than the cheesecake.
The kiss was hot as hell. At least to me, but maybe he’s not ready for more. Maybe he doesn’t even want to kiss me again. Perhaps he’s not actually attracted to me... but the date? The going out of his way?
The man is making an effort. That can’t mean he just wants to be friends, right?
I’m so far out of my element here. I’m as socially awkward as they come but manage to agree to watching the movie. He sets up the projector and pulls up Netflix before shutting the main barn light off and coming back over to sit next to me. His longlegs are kicked out in front of him, and he toes off his shoes as he scrolls through movies. “Thought I’d get a little comfortable for the movie.”
I nod dumbly, pulling my own shoes off and placing them next to his. “So what are we watching?”
He laughs nervously. “The last thing I watched wasEncanto,and before that it wasThe Little Mermaid.”
I grin. “Life with a five-year-old.” He gives a shy smile. “What was the last movie you watched before you became a father?”
He’s thinking it over now. “Hmmm, I think it was some rom-com Shelly wanted to watch. I don’t even remember.” His eyes flick to mine. “What about you? What kind of movies do you like?”
“I’ll watch anything. Honestly, I’m more of a documentary person. I think the last one I watched was about a girl going missing on a cruise.” He seems intrigued but maybe a little surprised? Horrified? “And now you think I’m a serial killer.”
That makes him laugh a little too hard.
“Really?” I ask, but I’m laughing too. “I’m not, I swear.”
“Suuuure,” he says in a teasing voice. “Though...” He pauses, not following through on the thought, and I find myself extremely curious about what he was going to say.
“Though?” I prod.
He grins, his lips curving widely. “Well, they do have a nickname for you at Oakley’s Crew. But it was before trivia night.”
“Oh yeah? Do I even want to know?” I ask a little nervously.
“Serial-killer Hottie,” he answers, and my eyes widen.
“W-what? They thought I was a serial killer?” And I can’t even begin to comprehend the hot part.
“Well, you did request only one crew member to come way out here in the boonies.” He smirks. “And the hot part... Well, I told Jackson you were good-looking. I didn’t say hot,” hedefends, but then his eyes are on mine, and he’s looking very deeply into them “Though maybe that’s exactly what I thought, even before I knew it.”
I swallow hard at his confession. This all seems so unreal. “You did?”
“I think so,” he says quietly, moving closer to me. I breathe in his sexy cologne and close my eyes as I lean into him, my hand going over his heart and feeling how rapidly it’s pounding inside his chest. “This okay?”
I nod as our noses brush, and then his lips meet mine softly, exploring and teasing at the same time as he blesses me with a second, hot-as-hell kiss. His fingers slide through my hair as he pulls me closer, and before I know it, I’m on his lap, and our lips are mashed together as my hands rest on his hard chest.
“This is so much more than okay,” I pant, rutting against him shamelessly. My cock is already so hard, I think I’m close to embarrassing myself, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
My hands tremble as I slowly unbutton his shirt, peeling it away and off his strong shoulders. I pull back to admire the hard, rippling muscles covered by a light dusting of hair.
“You’re too beautiful for words.”
He gives me a shy smile, slipping his shirt all the way off and then cupping the back of my neck with his hand and pulling me back in for a heated kiss. My hands won’t stop roaming over his warm skin, and when he removes my shirt, I notice absolutely no hesitance as he does the same with his own.
His big hands slide over my back and my arms, then to my front as he brushes over my already sensitive nipples. My dick jerks hard in my pants, and for a second, I think I’ve come. “Want you.” I nip at his plump bottom lip. “So. Bad.” I kiss down over his jaw and notice the uptick in his breathing.
