Page 91 of Need You
“I got that impression.”
Then why the hell did you ask?“You got an early morning?”
“It’s already morning, but no. Unless I’m making cargo pants, I usually just stare at a blank sheet of my sketch pad.”
“It’s still not happening, huh?”
“Nope,” she said. Like he didn’t want to talk about “Crazy about You,” she plainly didn’t want to talk about designing. “So what was that last song you sang? It sounded like an old Irish folk song, yet vaguely familiar.”
Probably because he’d been playing it a lot. Living so close, she might’ve heard him tinkering with the chords.
“‘Galway Girl’?” he said. “It was written by an American, Steve Earle, and released in 2000. You like it?”
“It was my favorite.”
Their eyes met and in a low voice, he said, “The girl in the song looks like you.”
“She does?”
“Mm-hmm.” Unable to resist, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Closed mouth and tentative to test the waters. She didn’t pull back, so he went in for more, pulling her closer. The gear shift was in the way, making it awkward. And uncomfortable. But he was all about perseverance. And he wanted her to the point of being stupid. In fact, his mind had completely disengaged. Right now, his cock was doing the thinking, and unfortunately he was okay with that.
“She has black hair and blue eyes,” he said against her mouth. “Beautiful . . . like you.” So beautiful, she made his pulse race. “I’ve been thinking about this since that first kiss.”
She twined her arms around his neck and tugged him in for more. “Aren’t you breaking your hometown rule?”
“Yep,” he whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe and worked his way down to the nape of her neck. “Colossally bad idea.”
“But you’re ready to throw caution to the wind?” she asked, as his lips moved over her throat.
“More than likely I’m getting fired anyway. May as well go out with a bang.” Probably a bad choice of word. He blindly reached for the ignition and shut off the engine.
“Wow, you really know how to romance a girl.” She arched her neck, giving him better access.
He grinned against her soft skin, enjoying the back and forth. She made him work for it, which he usually didn’t have to do with women. “Hey, I took you to the Four Seasons and to the Indian place . . . had you over for wine.”
“Should we do it in the cab of your truck?” Her hands moved down his arms, making his stomach contract.
“I prefer a bed.” He couldn’t tell how serious she was, but they were both pretty worked up from the kissing. “Too old for trucks.”
“You looked pretty limber this morning at the kayak races.”
“If it means that much to you.” He played with the front of her blouse, grazing her breasts with his hands. “You sure you’re not drunk?”
“I’m sure.”
“Good.” He fumbled with the buttons. Although they both possessed way more finesse than teenagers, he felt like he was back in high school when everything was new and fresh and so damn exciting that it made his heart stop and his palms sweat.
“Hang on a sec.” He restarted the engine and pulled the truck into their disputed parking space. It was a little more private. “Where were we?”
“Here.” She launched herself over the gear shift and climbed into his lap, straddling him.
He slipped his hands down the back of her jeans, pressed her against his erection, and resumed kissing her into next Tuesday. “You feel so good.”
His hands moved over something silky. Panties, a thong, the tail of her shirt; he wasn’t sure. Wanting to get her pants off, he fumbled with her zipper. But it was impossible in such tight quarters. Damn, he used to be better at this. “Delaney, honey, let’s take this inside.”
“Don’t. Want. To. Move.” She rocked against him until he thought he would go off like a fire hydrant.
He managed to get his door open and lift her out of the cab. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he practically ran up her deck stairs because her house was closer.
