Page 73 of Live for Me

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because it fits.”

Her hands moved from my hips and clawed their way up across my stomach to grab my shirt where it sat over my chest. She raised up on her toes while she tried to pull me down by my shirt. I didn’t give in for a couple seconds, like I had some point to prove in standing my ground. Then my brain punched my own stupidity to remind me that I was only depriving myself of what I wanted by being that way.

I pushed my leg against her even harder, grabbed her by both hips, and lowered my head until she was able to fuckingslamher mouth into mine. She tried to pull back away just as quickly as she’d done it, but there was really no way that I was going to let that happen.

I dug my fingers into where they sat on her hips and lifted her right off the ground, until her legs were wrapped around the middle of my body and I was the one looking up at her. Her hands went to either side of my face and she leaned down to kiss me another time. I shifted my hands under her ass so I could crush her against my truck, just to feel more of her pressed into me. I couldn’t help myself with her in this position and I thrusted my hips against her. Her mouth dropped open in what I assumed would have been a moan, but I took that opportunity to send my tongue in for a taste of hers and no sound at all was able to escape her. She smiled against my mouth when my hips moved a second time.

“That—” she started to say, just to pause to think about her next words very carefully. “That does not feel small,” she whispered and hunched forward to bury her face between my neck and my shoulder to giggle. I laughed at that shit, too.

She was so fucking cute.

But I so fucking needed that reminder that she wasverydrunk right now.

I stepped away from the truck just enough to start to release my hold on her, letting her slide down the front of my body until her feet were on the ground again. Memphis just stood there, staring right back up at me, waiting for me to make another move. I took her face in both my hands and kissed her so softly that she nearly melted into a puddle right there in that parking lot.

“That’s really all I wanted,” she whispered, with her eyes still closed while I stood with my forehead pressed against hers.

“What?” I asked and laughed.

“I just wanted you to kiss me.”

“Sugar.”

“Utah.”

“You’re going to stand here right now and tell me you nearly got that guy killed because you couldn’t just tell me that you like me?”

“I didn’t say I liked you. I said I wanted you to kiss me.”

“Such a fucking sasshole,” I said and kissed her another time, way harder. “Get in the truck, Memphis.”

“But—are we not?—”

I laughed and opened the truck door for her as quickly as I could move.

“Get in.”

“Utah, I?—”

“Sweetheart, if you wake up in the morning and decide, while perfectly sober, that you want me to fuck you until you can’t think straight, you know where to find me. But as far as this moment is concerned, get in the truck.”

She glared at me for another second like she was trying to decide if she was going to actually say whatever was still on her mind, or just do as she was told. I held my hand out so she could use me for balance while she chose the correct option and climbed up into the truck. I closed the door behind her, exhaling all the air in my body to try to get my shit back under control. I almost laughed to see her squished as close as she could get against the passenger’s door once I was in my seat.

I cleared my throat and waited for her to look at me. As soon as she did, I raised my right index finger between us and pointed at the seat between us. She didn’t move or respond in any sense. So, I dropped that finger all the way down to the seat and tapped on it until she started to slide toward me. Once she was right beside me, I reached across her for the seatbelt to fasten her right there against me. She very noticeably held her breath while I kissed her cheek, like she was suddenly unsure how she was supposed to act around me now that we’d made out and I dry humped her against the side of my truck.

“You’ve got about a half-hour drive before we’re back to the house if you want to do this without having to look me in the eye,” I said, putting the truck in gear.

“Do what?” Memphis asked.

“Explain what this night was really about to you. Because I was under the impression that we were just crossing things off that list of firsts that you never had the chance to experience. But I can’t help but feel like maybe I wasn’t told the rules of whatever tonight’s game was before we started it.”

She sighed before she looked like she was in physical pain while having to force herself to look at me. I laid my hand directly in the middle of her thigh and her eyes dropped down to it so fast I was almost afraid that I hurt her. I even got to watch her breasts rise and fall in a moment of panic when I moved just my thumb across the full width of that thigh. She was wildly reactive toeverymove I made, no matter how tiny. And I was loving the shit out of it.

“Talk to me, angel,” I reminded her. “You’re better off doing it now if you’re uncomfortable about it because I’ll make you look me in the eyes while you explain yourself once we’re home.”

“You’re a dick,” she said and giggled again.

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