He picked me up at my place just before five, in his truck. It was big and black and still smelled kind of new, even though the inside felt pretty lived-in. There were food wrappers, empty gum packages and random items all over the place. I saw a few lighters, a Vancouver Canucks keychain with no keys on it and what looked like a couple of packets of guitar strings, among other things, strewn around the floor and console before my butt was even in the seat.
“Thanks for picking me up,” I said as I settled in.
“Thanks for coming,” he said, as we pulled away from the curb. “You look gorgeous.”
He’d already informed me of that when he met me at the door to my building, gave me a kiss on the cheek and looked me over.
Then gave me a kiss on the mouth.
And a butt squeeze.
He hadn’t told me where we were having dinner, but I’d dressed up a bit in case it was anywhere fancy. Plus, I wanted to look hot for him, so he’d do that thing where he stared at me like he was thirsty. I’d worn my new sundress. It was a tangerine-colored maxi dress, strapless, with an asymmetrical ruffle down the front, and a slit under the ruffle so my legs showed when I walked.
And my favorite strapless pushup bra and slutty panties, just in case.
Ashley had rather adorably informed me, over the phone—complete with apology—that his dick wasn’t quite ready to get back in the game yet. But a girl could still hope.
His hands worked just fine, and so did his mouth…
As did mine.
“You look gorgeous yourself,” I informed him.
He tossed me a heated look that told me maybe I should can the flirting, for now. He was driving, after all.
But I could hardly help checking him out.
I loved the way guys showed up for dates. All freshly-showered and looking to impress. He’d definitely bumped up his efforts since meeting me. I’d noticed that he’d had his hair cut, sometime last week. It was shorter now, a little longer on the top than the sides; an edgy cut that suited him. He’d used some kind of hair product in it that made it intentionally messy, but I’d touched it when he kissed me, and it was soft, not crunchy.
The black of his hair and eyebrows was such a striking contrast to his blue eyes. Some women would kill to have those eyelashes without mascara. And he was deliciously clean-shaven tonight.
He had a couple of silver rings on and those little black stone earrings in, onyx, maybe. But I noticed he wasn’t wearing the ring I gave him. I hadn’t seen him wear it yet.
I wasn’t offended. I was just glad he hadn’t given it back.
Or mentioned it at all.
As usual, he looked good enough to lick.
And he smelled incredible, like clean laundry and some faint bodywash or something, and that sexy warm smell of his skin that I now knew so intimately…
And he was checking me out, too. So far, he was paying at least equal attention to my legs, which were showing through the open slit in my dress, as he was the road.
“Quit looking at me like that,” he said. “I’m trying to drive.”
I giggled. “Okay. May I ask why your truck is such a mess when you’re so handsome and stylish, and your home is so sparse and relatively clean?”
“No, you may not,” he said.
I laughed.
He smirked and looked a little unsure. “Actually, I have no idea,” he amended, like no one had ever pointed it out to him before.
“It’s cute.”
“It’s gross,” he said, glancing around the cab and frowning. He plucked several items from the console and tossed them into the backseat.
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
