Page 43 of Stay With Me
“Do you want some popcorn?” I ask, holding the bag out to him.
“Yes, please,” he says, and I put the bag between us.
Just when I think he’s going to grab the bag, he puts one hand on my leg and the other on my upper arm.
“Instead of the bag being in the middle, you just scoot closer and hold it.” He smirks at me.
“Okay,” I say, sounding breathless.
He leans over and kisses my temple. Using his far hand, he grabs a handful of popcorn while keeping his other arm slung over my shoulder, brushing his fingers up and down my arm and causing me to shiver.
“You cold, baby?” he says and pulls his blanket over my lap since mine only half came with me when he scooted me over.
Cold is the last thing that I am, but I don’t know how to tell him that every touch causes butterflies to take flight in my stomach. So, instead, I rest my head on his shoulder.
Safe.
That’s the first word that comes to mind.
For the first time in my life, I feel safe, which, after ten years on the run, is an amazing feeling. Since leaving The Family, I’ve only focused on two things: staying hidden and money. Everything else I figured out along the way.
As Noah’s fingers continue to rhythmically brush up and down my arm, I stop focusing on the movie. Lifting my head, I turn toward him, causing him to look down at me.
“You okay? Are you enjoying the movie so far?” he asks, concern showing in his eyes.
“I want you to kiss me again!” I blurt out, and he just blinks at me.
Oh god, did I just ruin our entire night?
“I mean, if you—”
That’s all I get out before his lips land on mine.
I moan at the contact, allowing his tongue to brush against mine, causing the butterflies to take off again.
This kiss isthe kissI’ve read about in the romance novels I have been reading.
It’s gentle and not rushed, like he’s savoring it. Bringing his hand from around my shoulders to my face, he moves my head to the side and deepens the kiss.
Slowly, he pulls away, and I fight to catch my breath.
Opening my eyes, I’m met with his clear blue eyes filled with so much lust. He brushes his nose against mine and brings his lips back to my mouth. This time, his kiss is more dominating than before, like he can’t get enough.
My body leans into him.
I open for him, and he rolls his tongue with mine.
He threads his hand through my hair, and I grab his arms, latching on.
He moans and tugs on my hair a little, tilting my head for a better angle.
We pull apart, our panting filling the space between us.
My eyes scan the drive-in.
“No one can see inside the truck, but if you want to stop, we can.”
Do I want to stop?
