I sighed. “You know those goats that get scared and their response is to faint? Then they come to a minute or two later and they’re like, Whoa, what the hell happened? And then they’re back to normal, ready to eat a tin can? That’s me.”
Walker blinked at me. “You’re a fainting goat, huh?”
“Yep. Sexy isn’t it? Makes you wanna getcha some of this”—I ran my hand down the outside of my body—“baaaad, doesn’t it?”
He laughed. “You make me laugh like no one I’ve ever met.”
“You’re not laughing at me, which is good. And that means you’re okay knowing this about me?”
“That was your big reveal? That your brain goes off-line when you’re stressed or nervous and your mouth picks up the slack?”
“Well, yeah.”
“You thought I couldn’t deal with it?”
“It is weird,” I said defensively. “I’m a thirty-one-year-old woman, so it’s not something I’ll outgrow. This is—”
He put his fingers over my mouth. “You thought I’d give up on you, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know. I’ve never had a guy stick around past this point.”
“What point is that?”
“The point when they decide I’m too much work.”
“I knew going into this that you’d be work. It didn’t scare me off then. It doesn’t scare me off now.”
Right then . . . I kind of loved him.
“Besides, this is new territory for me too.”
“It is?”
Walker touched his nose to mine, then placed a soft kiss in front of my ear and murmured, “I’ve never been as crazy about a woman as I am for you. I’ve never stuck around this long.” He angled his head so I could see his smirking half-smile. “So the question is, are we still on a ‘break’?”
Crap. I deserved that. “Nope.”
“Good. So you wanna go make out in my truck?”
“Ah . . . that was a little random.”
“No more random than you wondering what I look like when I roll out of bed first thing in the morning.”
“True. But I do think about it. A lot.” I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. “Us being in bed together.”
“Are we naked?”
“Of course we are. Have you seen your body?”
His eyes gleamed as brightly as his teeth and then his mouth overtook mine.
The kiss rocked my world, fired my blood, and I suspected the heat from it might’ve singed the inside of my clothes. When he released my lips and started kissing my neck, I clutched his shirt and sighed. “You are so, so good at that.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he rumbled against my throat. “You done here?”
“Yes.”
He stepped back, snagged my messenger bag off the table and draped the strap over his shoulder. Then he clasped my hand in his. “Come on.”
The backstage area was quiet.
We cut across the hallway to the side door that opened into the parking lot.
The humid day had dissipated into a balmy night. The orange glow of the sodium lights spilled across the asphalt. Only three vehicles remained in the parking lot.
When we reached his truck, a chirping sound echoed as he pointed the key fob to unlock it. He opened the passenger door for me and said, “Hop in.”
“You were serious about us making out in your truck?”
“Kissing and making up is the best part.”
“But—”
“Babe, you’re letting the mosquitoes in.” He tapped my butt. “Get in.”
I stepped onto the running board and launched myself into the passenger side.
But I didn’t stay on that side long. As soon as Walker shut his door, he slapped his hands on his thighs. “Sit on my lap.”
“The steering wheel—”
“Will ensure you’ll stay very close to me, which is exactly what I want. Now slide over here.”
Somehow I scooted across the bench seat and settled on his lap without kneeing him in the groin.
He tucked me against his chest and sighed. “Much better.”
“It’s dangerous, us snuggled up like this. Remember what happened Saturday night? What if I fall asleep again?”
“You won’t.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re wired. Just like I am.”
Then he started trailing his fingers up and down my back. My skin broke out in goose bumps.
“So what do you want to talk about?”
“Seriously? I thought we were here to make out.”
Walker started humming “Anticipation.”
“The song that will forever be associated with ketchup, which sucks because it was a good tune.”