Page 188 of Love in Riverbend
“It’s taken me all week to work out plan A. I’m not turning back now.”
There’s something in his blue orbs that makes my stomach do flip-flops.
Once Justin is seated behind the steering wheel, I ask, “How long to our destination?”
“Less than an hour.”
“You decided on the Bloomington hotel?”
“No.” He laughs. “We’re headed southeast.”
I picture the state. “Are we going to Lexington?” That is out of state, but it’s southeast.
“Nope,” he says, backing his truck up and turning around.
Evansville is southwest.
Indianapolis is northeast.
St. Louis is west.
Before pulling out of our lane, Justin puts his truck in park. “Come closer.”
“I’m kind of stuck in my seat belt.”
He tilts his head. “Get unstuck. Come closer, and I’ll give you a hint.”
“My curiosity is piqued.” I unfasten my seat belt and lean over the console. “What is my hint?”
Cupping my cheek, Justin kisses me—full-out, panty-melting kiss, complete with tongue. Unlike either kiss at my house, this one continues, warming me from the inside and sparking nerves that only he has been able to ignite. A butterfly kiss and a lick of my lips.
“Did you just lick me?”
When Justin pulls back, he has a devilish grin. “Where are we going?” he asks.
“That was my hint?” My mind is too scrambled to make sense. “It was a kiss. It was a great kiss...”
He tilts his head toward my seat belt. “Buckle up, buttercup.”
I’m trying to put the clues together as I fasten my seat belt. And then it hits me.
Kiss with tongue.
French kiss.
A lick.
“We’re going to French Lick,” I squeal. “Oh my God, West Baden?”
Justin nods.
“I’ve never been there.”
He reaches over and takes my hand. “It will be a first for both of us.”
Chapter 32
Devan
