Page 31 of Kiss Me, Darling

The further I drove the more I wondered if we were going the wrong way. Or if we were even on the right road. Between Lucy’s quiet and Grandma’s wisdom, I hadn’t been paying as much attention to the road as I should have.

“I see a sign ahead!” Lucy sat forward in the seat, as if those three inches could somehow make her see further into the night. “Miami? I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be seeing signs for Miami.”

“Crap. I must have gone south instead of north. We need to turn around.” But before I could figure out where to turn around, the car made a weird noise, the lights on the dash flashed, and we suddenly slowed to forty miles an hour.

“What’s wrong now?” Lucy groaned.

“The car is in safe mode. There’s nothing I can do.” Luckily or unluckily, there was still no one on the road with us, so I was able to keep driving at a crawl to the next break in the median, turn around, and begin heading north. “At least we’re going the right way now.”

“I’m pretty sure it will take all night to get home at this speed,” she laughed nervously.

“Just pretend we’re Fred Flintstone.” But all the good thoughts and intentions couldn’t fix the car. Eventually we pulled off on the side of the road and stopped. “I’m sorry. The universe seems hell bent on proving I suck at taking you on trips.”

“Or,” she unbuckled and turned in her seat, her face just barely lit by the lights on the dash, “maybe the universe just wants us to be alone.”

I liked that version much, much better. “So you’re saying we should make-out in the backseat until someone comes along?”

“I can think of worse things to do with our time.”

A switch had definitely flipped. There was no hesitation, no anger towards me. Not even frustration. Well, except maybe for the clothes in the way. I grabbed her hand as she attempted to slide it under my shirt. “Whoa there. I like where you’re headed. Alot.But I need to kiss you first.”

I didn’t give her any time to protest. I just slid my hands into her hair and slammed my lips down on hers. It wasn’t our first kiss since she arrived, but it was our firstpassionatekiss. Hungry and raw, the opening line to a very long novel that would be the rest of our lives.

Her fingers threaded into my hair. It was like a fight. Who could kiss the other deeper, better, more intensely. Her body melded against mine.

“We can’t in the car.”

“Why not?” She barely broke away to reply. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“We’re on the side of the road. Anyone could stop. The police.” We were just getting things right. I did not want to get in trouble for indecency or whatever law we would inevitably be breaking.

“All right. Clothes on. But hands?” She grabbed mine and placed it over her breast. My thumb, out of habit or instinct, I wasn’t entirely sure, swept across it. She groaned and arched into my palm.

Damn, it was hot.

So I did it again, teasing her into a frenzy that left me hard but fascinated. I hadn’t watched Lucy like this ages. It was mesmerizing.

“Please? Please, Scott. It’s been so long.”

I could not, would not, refuse a plea like that. After glancing around the dark and seeing absolutely no one, I slid my other hand between her legs.

“Oh god, yes. That.”

She became putty in my hands, her head back against the seat, exposing her beautiful neck. Her chest rose and fell in quick pants as my thumb danced over her shirt. She spread her legs just a little, giving me access to apply pressure and friction with my hand.

She kept her eyes closed and her mind lost in the moment. Free.

Her hands pressed into the seat. “More. There. Yes!”

I watched as she came with soft whimpers and a deep sigh of relief. Then I kissed her softly on the neck and nuzzled behind her ear. “Good?”

She chuckled and sighed again. “Good enough for now. That was just the appetizer, right?” She finally opened her eyes and found mine.

Electricity zinged through the air. “If you want it to be.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

I studied her steady gaze, the confidence in it, and decided that if Lucy was ready, then so was I. “We’ve still got some wrinkles to iron out.”

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