Page 27 of Big Dix

“Evelyn?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

A slight chuckle escapes him, but he complies with my request. Before I know it, I’m drunk on Atticus Dixon’s kiss.

God, this is happening! It’s really happening!

“Evelyn.” The slight knock against the window and the sound of my grandmother’s voice has me jerking away from Atticus as if I’ve just discovered he has the world’s worst case of cooties.

“Damn it,” he mumbles under his breath before adjusting himself while he rolls down the window on my side of the truck.

“Hi, Abuela.” It is astonishing how this tiny lady can make me feel small and childlike to this very day. I can’t believe she just caught me kissing a boy.

“Evelyn, it is time to come in, sí?”

Cock blocked by my grandma.

I hear Atticus stifle a laugh, and I give his hand, which is still holding mine, a hard squeeze.

“Si, Abuelita.

“Time to go home now,hombre joven. Only bad decisions get made at this hour.”

“Abuelita!”

She just shrugs, and before she turns to walk off, she adds, “I’m no fool. I was young once.”

“On my way, ma’am. Good night,” Atticus calls to her retreating form.

“Well, that’s my grandma.”

“She’s just looking out for you. Better get on home, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, all I need are some of my cousins to show up, and we’ll have a real reunion.”

He lifts my hand and gently kisses the back, causing the butterflies to return in my stomach. Jesus, this man is smooth.

“Can I call you and take you on a real date?”

His mismatched eyes sparkle under the glow of the streetlights, and I take a mental picture of this moment, so I can remember this—what it feels like to have this man, the literal man of my dreams, stare at me with desire in his eyes. I feel powerful, unstoppable. Horny. I feel real damn horny. This has been an evening full of edge play, and I’m at my limit.

“I’d like that very much.”

He leans in, one hand still on mine, the other twining into the hair at the base of my neck. It turns me on so much, and I’m fighting the urge to call himdaddy.

What can I say? I’ve been reading a bunch ofdaddybooks lately. Every romance reader has their kink.

His lips press to mine, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan at the sensations coursing through my bones.

Mental note: look for a new house away from the family as soon as possible because this would have most definitely have ended up with us in bed if it weren’t for the neighborhood fornication patrol.

He kisses me one last time before he rests his forehead against mine.

I could get used to this. He makes it all seem so easy. Like this is the most natural thing in the world.

That is terrifying.

“Let me walk you to your door.”

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