Page 62 of The Heartbreak List

“What are you—?”

“To Nelson. I didn’t lie to him.” Clasping her face with both of my hands, I capture her mouth softly…determinedly. When she parts to me, I slide my tongue between her teeth and taste her. I’ve been dreaming of this. Wanting her sweetness all for myself. Living somewhere between prayers and hope.

She kisses me back, her hands covering mine as she lifts up on tiptoe. Her tongue tangles with mine.

All this pent-up want is kindling and we’ve lit the spark. The flames are burning us from the inside out. Our mouths are fused, and her hands are around my neck as her back meets the side of my truck. Her body bows so that every inch of us is pressed together.

Our hands frantically search and shape the other’s body.

She moans into my mouth when I squeeze her ass and grind against her. The hem of my T-shirt rides halfway up my back as her hands explore. “Oh God, Theo.”

I unlock the door to the truck and lift her into the seat. It’s all the distance she gets before I’m kissing her again. Climbing up into the passenger side and scooping her onto my lap while I keep kissing her.

The rain hits harder as I drag the door closed, encasing us in the dry cabin. The fat drops pound on the metal and glass, blocking out the outside world and creating a space that is ours alone.

She straddles my thighs and settles her weight right over my cock while she whimpers into my mouth. Her heat and her sounds make me hard. Make my damn eyes cross with the exquisite torture. I find the zipper on the back of her dress. Loosen it little by little. Enough that I can slide my hand inside to feel her warm, dry skin. The small side-curve of her tits. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing you.”

“You have?” Her cheeks are radiant as her gaze slides shyly away. She toys with my shirt sleeve. “I’ve wanted it too.”

I tip her chin up and take in the naked truth in her eyes. She feels guilty.

She cut off all contact with me for weeks in an attempt to stay true to him. If he hadn’t accidentally brought us back together tonight, I have no doubt she would have ended up marrying him. Thinking about it makes me want to punch something. “Do you regret it now that it’s happened?”

She doesn’t scramble off my lap like I expect her to. Doesn’t announce that she’s made a mistake. Or run back to him. “No.”

“Thank God.” I surge forward and claim her lips.

We kiss for a long time. Her hands wander over my chest and under the hem of my T-shirt. Mine stroke her bare skin but keep it at second base. We’re experiencing being with each other without taking it too far before she is ready.

My heart feels two times its usual size. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down ridiculously gently. I like her weight on me. I like the vanilla rose scent when I nestle my nose against her hair. I like the way her hands push up the hem of my shirt and skate across my abs.

The rain has eased up by the time we break apart. I’m breathing like a freight train, needing more from her and fighting for self-control. Wanting to touch her and taste her and cover her in me so that she forgets all about him.

“What’s wrong?” she asks. “You’re tense.”

I’m used to being drunk or high, and I am not used to caring too much about the person I’m with. Indy heightens every one of my senses. She makes me see stars. How can she not know what she’s doing to me? How can she not feel how worked up I am? “Nothing.”

“Theo, don’t start treating me as though I’m incapable of handling whatever it is.” She pushes off my chest. “Please don’t change on me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“That’s not it.” I cup her cheek.

“Then tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Tell you?”

“Yes.” Her eyes flare.

I take a deep breath. “I want you to touch me so much. I want your hand wrapped around my cock until I come. I want to see whether your mouth can handle my piercings. And I want inside you so fucking much I can barely think straight. Christ, I want to put your ass on the bucket list.”

“Okay, well, that’s…” she giggles, “a lot to unpack. You have piercings?”

“Yes.” Across the road is a neon sign on a building that screams adult store.

“And you want to…”

“Very much so.” I grasp her ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze.

Her eyes darken. “Maybe you do need to start a bucket list.”

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