She smiles wider.
“Didn’t think so. You looked good tonight, you know.”
She rolls her eyes. “What, in my dorky jeans and t-shirt look? Now you’re definitely making fun of me.”
“No, I mean, in your element. Well, out of it, I guess.”
She looks at me curiously.
“When I caught you staring at me.”
“I was not.”
“Whatever, when I saw you from up on the second floor of the venue, you looked…. alive. Like you were having fun.” I shrug. “It’s a good look, for what it’s worth.”
She blushes again. “Thanks.”
We’re facing each other, the truck off and dark, the dim light from a streetlight illuminating our faces.
This is where I tell her goodnight.
This is where I drive away.
This is where I go home and jerk off or call Fiona or whatever.
This is where I shut my goddamn mouth.
Except this is where I don’t do any of those things.
“You look good when you let go. You should let go more often.”
She nods, her lips parting slightly as her eyes lock onto mine. “I should?”
I nod. “Yeah, you-”
And that’s when she kisses me.
That’s when she closes the distance between us, throws her arms around my neck, and kisses me. Her lips are soft as they press into mine, her body molding to mine and her hands grabbing at the back of my hair as she sears that kiss across my mouth.
And just like that, before I can really even process it, she’s pulling away, her eyes wide.
“Oh,” she breathes quietly, touching her lips. “Oh my God. I- I’m sorry. I, um, I didn’t mean to-”
This time I shut her up, as I grab her, pull her back to my mouth and kiss her with everything I have.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Evangeline
“Oh God,” I gasp as he pulls me against him, hard. I’m still reeling from the insanity of kissing him when he does it right back. His lips bruise against mine, a fierceness and passion I’ve never felt before as I get lost in that kiss. He growls, pulling me into him, his strong arms wrapping around me and his fingers tangling in my hair as I gasp into his mouth.
He groans as I part my lips for him.
I like this. I like kissing him a lot.
I moan softly, letting my own hands move to his arms, trailing up his skin to those strong shoulders I hold onto him tightly, gasping silently as he suddenly pulls me onto his lap right there on the bench seat of the truck.
I kiss him harder, feeling my legs go astride his waist and shivering as his arms encircle me and pull me tight against his chest.
“What are we doing?” I breathe, pulling back for air.
“Kissing.”
“We- I thought- I thought we agreed this was bad.”
“I think we were wrong.”
“I think we were wrong too,” I moan as I grab him, and kiss him again.
His hand moves over my back, stroking my spine through the shirt and wandering lower until his hand molds to the curve of my butt, and I gasp as he squeezes.
“We- someone might see us,” I gasp into his lips.
“Why do I get the impression I’m not the only one that thinks that makes this even hotter?”
I moan as he pulls me against him, and I can feel his…his thickness pressing into me. He’s pulling at my shirt, pushing it up over my skin. I break away, pausing just long enough to decide I don’t care how crazy this is before I lift my arms and tug it over my head.
I cross my arms over my chest immediately afterwards, suddenly feeling not as bold.
Rowan pulls them away. “Stop.”
“I-”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls into my ear as his hands skim up my arms.
Oh God.
His hands slide over the skin of my back, teasing me, stroking me, making me melt into him as we kiss. My hands go to his chest, pulling at his shirt. My fingers find his bare skin and I shiver as I trail them over the grooves of his stomach. I explore his skin, tentative, feeling bolder and bolder with each inch I move up, until I can feel his heart beating under my palm in his chest.
He yanks his own shirt off, and I whimper as I feel him skin to skin with me.
“I’m not- I mean, I don’t think we-”
“Shh.” He kisses me. “There’s a lot of stuff I can teach you before that, if you want.”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah,” I say, nodding, feeling the fire roaring inside. “Yeah, I do want that.”
I kiss him then, melting into his lips and moaning as I feel his hands trail over my hips, following the edge of my jeans.
“We need to be quiet,” I gasp.
“As a church-mouse.”
“No, I mean, if my dad catches us-”
“Angel,” he growls into my ear. “You should know that is exactly the kind of thing you don’t say to a guy like me.”