Page 69 of Worth the Want
“Happy to be the first, Honey,” I tell her.
She parks the car and climbs over the middle console to sit in my lap, kissing me until I’m desperate for more before opening my door and sliding out.
“This is so beautiful, Knox,” she tells me as she climbs into the back of my truck. “Thank you.”
I open the door and reach in to get the food and the wooden slab to lay across the truck bed that will act as a table for us.
“You don’t have to thank me, Indie. This is partly my apology, remember?”
“In that case. You’re forgiven.”
I look up at her, my pulse stuttering at the sight of her standing in the back of my truck, smiling at me like I’m some kind of hero for stringing some lights together and borrowing a projector from the hotel. I never want her to stop looking at me like this.
“You’re so beautiful, Indie.” My words cause her smile to widen.
“God, you’re so gone for me, Holloway…aren’t you?” The question is laced with uncertainty.Does she not know?
I hop up into the back of the truck, gripping the sides of her neck, her hands coming up to grip my forearms. “Yeah, Indie Baby. I am,” I tell her, leaning down to brush her lips with my own, kissing her like she’s the oxygen I need to breathe.
Once settled into our pile of blankets and pillows, I set the projector up on top of the truck behind us.
“What are we watching?” Indie asks excitedly, dipping her chips into the guacamole.
“One of my favorites. I think you’re gonna like it.”
“Ohh, now I’m even more excited. Another glimpse into Fort Knox.” She’s said this before, told me it was hard to get to know me. I don’t want to make it hard for her.
“Not to you, Honey. You can see whatever you want.” She smiles, leaning forward to kiss my lips.
“Thank you. This is so special to me.You’rereally special to me,” she confides.
“Good to know. I think you’re alright too,” I bait.
She giggles. “Just alright?”
I don’t know if I have the words right now to tell her how I feel. Instead, I lean over her, sliding my hand under her torso and tugging her down the back of the truck so she’s lying flat against it beneath me. She reaches up and cups my jaw, pulling my mouth to hers. I don’t want to keep my hands off her, keep my mouth off hers.
Kissing her like this has a drugging effect on me. I know it must be her because if kissing felt like this for everyone, I’m not sure how anyone stops doing it. The outside world fades, just her lips and her little moans remain in focus. She licks inside my mouth, tasting me, teasing me.
I slide my hand down her neck to her chest, groaning when I find her braless. I swipe my thumb over her nipple until it pebbles, then give it a pinch. Her mouth opens on a gasp and lets me slide my tongue in and swallow it, smiling at her reaction to me.
We kiss for a while longer, our hands exploring each other—teasing. When Indie’s stomach starts growling, I sit back to look at her. Kiss her lips once more, and then I set our food out on the wooden slab in front of us.
“Let’s get you fed, Honey. I don’t want you suffering,” I say.
“If that's suffering, I think I want to spend the rest of my life doing it,” she mutters quietly, curling into my side and resting her head against my shoulder. My whole body heats with the sentiment. I kiss the top of her head, wrapping my arm around her.
I know it’s just an off handed comment. Meant to be funny, but doing anything with Indie forever is exactly what I want to be doing.
I hit play on the projector, and the movie starts. Indie lets out a delighted squeal.
“Are you joking?” She laughs, facing me.
“I wouldn’t joke about this,” I tell her.
“Is this really one of your favorite movies?”
“Cross my heart,” I say, making anXover my chest.
