“Well, we can enjoy it together.” I settle back into the passenger seat and cross my legs at the ankles.
“Seriously? What are you doing?” She gives me a sideways glance.
“Keeping you company.”
“Don’t you have a date you should be annoying instead of me?” She arches an eyebrow and leans back slightly to eye me critically. I think she’s trying to check if my shirt is on inside out.
“I dropped her at her house.” I lie; I was never on a date. But she doesn’t need to know I’d had enough of watching Causey and my sister suck face on the couch under the pretense of watching some horror movie. They were too busy to notice when I left, even when I slammed the front door.
“Wow, you work fast.” She gives a low whistle and pops her spoon, loaded with ice cream, into her mouth. I stifle a laugh at her surly tone, but the way she drags the spoon over her lips silences me and makes my dick twitch.
Hmm, I think someone is jealous.
“I don’t work fast. I wasn’t really on a date.”
“Does this look like a face that gives a shit?” She waves her spoon in a circle around her face. But gauging by the forceful way she digs her spoon back into the carton, I’d say she does.
I watch in silence as she shovels more ice cream into that gorgeous mouth of hers, leaving a bit melting on her bottom lip. Without thinking, I reach out and wipe it away with my thumb. She jerks backward as if I’ve burned her and glares at me. Or she would be glaring if her eyes weren’t brimming with lust, burning brightly in the depths of her glittering green eyes.
I stick my finger in my mouth and suck off the ice cream.
“I wanted a taste, and you’re not sharing.”
“I don’t want to share,” she grumbles.
“You don’t want to share, and you don’t play well with others either.”
“Only with the people I like,” she fires back and the spoon sits abandoned in the ice cream tub. I take hold of it and scoop out some ice cream into my mouth.
“Hmm.” My eyes close, and I moan softly, licking my lips and exaggerating how good the ice cream tastes. When they open, her mouth has parted, while she stares, practically drooling. And there is a flash of heat in the depths of her green eyes.
“Eww, that’s been in your mouth. I’m not using that.” But her voice is breathy, and I bet her heart is pounding in her chest right about now. Mine certainly is. I lean over and drop the spoon in the carton.
“It’s almost as though my tongue has been in your mouth.” I smile, a genuine smile this time, not the cocky smirk she hates. The one that makes her want to kick me in the balls.
“Fuck off,” she mutters, but she’s fighting a smile. “Shouldn’t you be getting a blowjob from some blond chick in the back of your car?” She hands me the last of the ice cream and settles back in her seat, not in any hurry to kick me out of her car. Despite her insults, she seems more chilled tonight, and I wonder why the change in her.
Ignoring the way she obviously thinks I’m a manwhore because I know what she calls me to Aaron and Beth. I ask her my own questions.
“Why do you always have something in your mouth when I see you?” Her brow furrows as she thinks back over the times we’ve been alone. Does she realize she’s had gum in her mouth, a lollipop, and now, ice cream? Her head shakes from side to side, and I notice that, for once, her long hair is loose. It tumbles around her shoulders, damp but drying in the night air.
“Do you think it would keep me from kissing you?”
Her eyes cloud, swirling with need as she fights her feelings for me. “I was hoping,” she mutters, her voice breathier than before. I lean forward and her eyes slide to my lips, where they linger before flicking back up to meet my gaze.
“It makes me want to kiss you even more to see how sweet you taste.” I continue to stare as something incoherent falls from her lips before my hand slides around to cradle the back of her head, my fingers bury in her hair as I draw her closer. My mouth seals over hers and my tongue darts between her lips to sweep inside her mouth, tasting the ice cream from earlier. A loud groan sounds over the music. Me. Followed by a soft sigh. Her. And my grip tightens as I desperately try to hold it together.
When I pull back, it takes a long second before her eyes flutter open, dilated pupils stare back. It’s been way too long since our last kiss, and I’d forgotten just how good she tastes. All this time, I’d been trying to forget about Leigh Storm, ignore the feelings I have for her, but I should never have given up trying to convince her to be with me.
For as long as I can remember, all I’ve lived for is racing. It’s what I’m good at and combines my love of cars, speed, adrenaline, and the rush of winning. But kissing Leigh makes me feel as good as winning any race, maybe even better. For the first time ever, I’m beginning to think there is more to life than winning the next race. Leigh Storm would be worth giving it all up for.