“Oh, dear God, that’s good.”
“Don’t do that,” Josh murmurs, his voice hard, and I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently.
“Do what?” I ask innocently.
“You know what. I already want you, Carolina. I’d be happy to skip dinner and take you out to my truck and make you come until your brain is numb.” He hasn’t touched the food in front of him.
I swallow hard and twirl my fork in the noodles and garlicky chicken. I take another bite, licking my lips and moaning in happiness, enjoying the way his eyes flare and his throat moves as he swallows.
“You should eat your food before it gets cold,” I tell him sweetly.
“You’re so getting spanked later.” He laughs and finally picks up his fork, twirling it in his fettuccine.
“We can play in the truck.” I shrug and grin at him, stuffing my face with more of the delicious food. “I’m hungry.”
“So am I,” he whispers, and watches my mouth.
“Eat!” I laugh and take a sip of wine. “What are we doing after this?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Truck fun?” I ask with a giggle.
“I love the way you laugh.” He smiles and sips his own wine, and just like that the butterflies are back in my stomach. “And, yes, there may be truck fun later, but I have something else planned first.”
“Okay then,” I murmur, and continue working my way through the meal. “I’m looking forward to it.”
* * *
“Movies!” I exclaim, and smile over at Josh as he pulls the truck into the parking lot across from Cunningham Park. The park is just over twenty acres in the heart of town, with a large playground for parents to bring their kids to play, walking paths, benches and picnic tables, and a large grassy area where in the summer the town sets up a portable movie screen every Friday night. The townspeople bring blankets or lawn chairs and spread out on the grass to enjoy a double feature.
“I thought you might like it.” He grins and reaches over to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I love going to the movies.”
He leans in and kisses me softly before reaching into the backseat to retrieve a small picnic basket and a soft blanket. He leads me out onto the manicured grass.
“What’s playing tonight?” I ask, and help him spread the blanket on the ground toward the left edge before the screen, against a tree.
“I’m not sure. Probably a chick flick.” He wrinkles his nose at the thought and makes me laugh.
“Not into chick flicks?”
“I’m a guy.”
“Yes, you are.” I kick my shoes off, sink onto the blanket, and glance around at all of the people. “Sit with me.”
“Happily.” He sits, his back to the tree, and pulls me against his chest, between his legs, knees bent. The previews begin and I sigh, completely content. The sun is almost down, leaving us in the glow of the screen and the moonlight behind us.
A few people I recognize, colleagues and parents of students, wave or call out greetings. Some look curiously between Josh and me, and I’m surprised to realize that it doesn’t bother me.
He’s a great guy and I’m happy to be out with him.
Josh wraps his arms around my chest and hugs me to him, kisses the top of my head, and we settle in to watch the movie. The first show is usually family friendly, and the second for more mature audiences, when parents leave to tuck their little ones into bed.
True to form, we are watching Tangled.
“I love this movie,” I murmur, and snuggle against him.
“You do?” He rubs my arms with his palms.
I nod happily and rest my hands on Josh’s thighs. I immediately feel a reaction to my touch: his thigh muscles clench and his cock comes to life against the small of my back. I can’t help but grin.
“Behave yourself,” I mutter, keeping my eyes trained on the movie screen. “There are kids here.”
“Your sexiness is distracting me,” he growls into my ear, and kisses the sensitive skin behind it, sending shivers through me. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
He chuckles and hugs me tight before releasing me to pull the picnic basket to our side. “I brought dessert.”
“What did you bring? Please say chocolate. Raisinets would be good.”
He raises an eyebrow quizzically.
“We’re at the movies. Candy? Popcorn?”
He smirks. “First date,” he reminds me with a smile, his dimple winking down at me.
“What did you bring?”
“Strawberries,” he replies with a straight face. “Covered in chocolate.”
“God bless you,” I say as he holds one up to my lips. I bite through the hard milk chocolate and sweet, juicy berry, and Josh’s eyes greedily watch my mouth. Suddenly I forget about the movie and the dozens of people sitting around us as I take another bite of the delicious treat.