Page 134 of Wildest Forever

Swallowing the thickness down, my hands clasp his cheeks and I find myself lowering my lips to his as I cover them.

I find myself intoxicated with him, the way he makes me feel and the way his lips feel on mine.

Everything about him feels like an addiction.

One that I know I will never get enough of.

One that will no doubt, eventually become too much of a craving.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, my legs either side of his lap, my hands still firmly cupping his face.

“I have no idea,” I whisper because it is the truth. I have no idea what I am doing, just know that I want whatever this is with him.

A soft laugh bubbles from him, and it has my insides tingling.

“Baby,” he whispers against my lips, a soft kiss planting itself there before he is curling his fingers around my wrists and dragging them from his face. “Take it slow, we have all night...” his whiskey eyes burn into mine and I swear he shows me his soul.

“Let me just do this one thing, let me take you on a date,” his plea is almost desperate, and I find myself sighing but I know he is right.

As much as I want him, I want him to date me too.

Sure, we're married, but this is all so new to both of us.

Sitting for a moment more, he had a boyish grin on his face, and I wish I could capture this moment.

The way the moonlight dances across his skin, the way his eyes twinkle under the stars.He looks every bit handsome, and I know I am falling harder and faster as the seconds slip past.

His fingers fumble and hook around the door handle as he opens the door, and the warm summer air blows through the cab of the truck.

One of his legs kick out and his arm wraps around my waist as he lifts me off him, my legs locking around him as he does.

A shrill laugh escapes me as he spins me around, closing the door as he does, then he walks me to the truck bed and places me down, my feet touching the dusty ground for just a moment. Pulling back the cover that is over the back of the truck, deep dimples present themselves in my cheeks when I see the picnic basket and the blankets.

“I wanted to do something cute,” he admits, locking the truck cover and I smile.

“It's really cute,” I admit and before I can even catch my breath, his arms are wrapped around my waist again as he lifts me onto the truck bed, and I panic, thinking he is going to drop me.

But he doesn't.

He carries me effortlessly, then placing me down on the soft blankets. Leaning into me, he presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering for just a moment before he reaches behind me and drags the picnic basket towards us.

I glance a look over my shoulder as he grabs a punnet of strawberries and my stomach rumbles gently.

“I went for a non alcoholic champagne,” he raises a brow and twists the metal clasp before popping the cork, the loud bang echoing around our quiet surroundings.

The cork hits the blanket and my eyes drift to where it lands and I pinch it between my finger and thumb, holding it up.

Pacey looks at me, brows knitted, and I nibble on the inside of my lip.

“I want to keep it,” I whisper and his eyes lock on mine, “keep it as a souvenir,” I admit and I feel the way my heart jolts in my chest.

I have no idea what the look that flashes across Pacey's eyes is but it makes my heart drop for just a moment.

“Is that okay?” and he nods, reaching for two glasses and pouring mine out first, handing it to me just as I slip the cork into my front pocket. My fingers curl around the stem of the delicate glass and bring to my lips.

Pacey mirrors me and he places the punnet of strawberries in the middle of us and I pinch one, pursing it at my lips as I sink my teeth into the juicy fruit and a soft moan escapes, the flavors bursting on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I watch as his throat bob, his mouth slightly open.

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