“Joey.” This time, my voice is loud and commanding as she spins to face me.
“What? What do you?—”
Closing the distance between us, I crush my mouth to hers. I swallow her whimpers as I revel in the feel of her lips.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so soft before in my entire life.
I linger, not wanting to break apart. God, this feels fucking amazing. When I do pull back, she’s staring up at me, shock written all over her face.
“You kissed me.”
“Sorry. It seemed like the only way to shut you up.”
“By kissing me?”
“You were on a bit of a tirade.”
She licks her lips, looking a bit dazed.
Fuck. Did I completely misread the situation? Before I can second-guess myself, Joey leaps into my arms and seals her mouth over mine in a hungry kiss.
A small voice in my brain tells me I shouldn’t be doing this. But it’s easy to ignore when Joey wraps her legs around my waist and I drop my hands to her ass to cradle her there.
Oh, fuck yes.
Her tongue demands entry and I allow it before taking over. I move slow. If this is going to be the only time I get to kiss this woman, I’m going to take my time. Do this exactly how I want.
I press her back against the driver’s door of her car as the sun beats down on us. Her tongue matches me stroke for stroke as I explore her mouth.
She tastes like lemons. I could get lost in how fucking sweet she is. Her nails trail down my back, sending heat zinging straight to my balls.
Fuck. This is even better than I imagined. She doesn’t relinquish control, no matter how hard I try to take it.
I love it. I don’t know how long we stand here, making outon the side of the road, but a voice—a clear, strong voice inside my head—tells me we need to stop.
“You know, that was a really good way to get me to stop spiraling.”
“Oh, it was, was it?” I ask, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead.
“Yeah. But, umm. Can I ask you a favor?”
I set her on her feet as she takes a step away from me, adjusting her denim shirt.
“Anything.”
“Can I get a ride to work? I don’t want to be late, and it’ll take my parents at least thirty minutes to get out here.”
“For you, darlin’? I can do that.”
She smiles at the nickname, before walking around her car to grab her bag.
“I mean, it’s only ten minutes to the ranch anyway.”
Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the passenger door. I slam the door shut behind her with a wink. As I walk around the truck, I take a minute to adjust the problem in my pants. I don’t need Joey noticing that. That’d be fucking embarrassing as shit.
“I really need to buy you a fruit basket.”
“A fruit basket?”
