Page 73 of Starting Over with You
His words have me burning from the inside out. I stroke my fingers along his jaw and then over his mustache. He leans into myhand, his fingers at my neck and along the seam of my ass tighten at my touch. I’m breathless, but I know he hears me as I say, “Take me home.”
Dean’s lips curve. “Meet me in the truck?”
I nod and move back, but I don’t get far before his lips are on mine again. I cup his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs as his mouth moves against mine. Everything feels like it’s on fire, like I’m exposed in the very best way. When he pulls away, he winks and then presses his lips to my ear.
“Are you sitting on the F5 key on my keyboard?” Even through the lust that is making me crazy, I grin. “Because your body is refreshing every single dirty, unhinged thought I’ve ever had about you.”
I laugh, smacking his chest to push him away. He grabs my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers before squeezing my hand. “Truck.”
“Truck,” I agree as we separate. I look at the table, but none of our party is there. I’m surprised my legs are moving because I can still feel his lips, his touch, and hell, I want more. I head for the door and feel eyes on me. I don’t know who saw, and honestly, I don’t care. Before I can walk out, my gaze catches on where Matt and Sadie are making out against a pool table. I love how in love they are, but right now, I have no desire to say goodbye or answer about where I’m going.
Or who I’m about to do.
I get out the door without seeing Missy and Nyle, and I head straight for Dean’s truck. I feel like I’m sneaking around, and I can’t say that I’m a fan. I don’t want to hide this. I just don’t want to explain myself. I want Dean, and I want him right now. I reach for the door. It’s unlocked, and I go to climb in. I lean back and look toward the door to try to set eyes on Dean. In doing so, though, I find Missy and Nyle against the side of the bar, and he’s ramming into her from behind.
Wonderful.
I gag a bit before I slide into the truck and pull out my phone.
Me
I’m in the truck, and unless you want to see Missy getting plowed against the side of the building, get in the truck and let’s go.
Dean
Jesus. They couldn’t go home?
Me
Do I need to remind you that’s how my niece was conceived?
Dean
Exactly. Didn’t she learn her lesson? I did.
Me
Oh, so you don’t want me enough to do me on the side of the building?
Dean
I almost took you on the dance floor.
Me
*Gasp.* How scandalous would that have been?
Dean
Not as scandalous as the things I’m about to do to you. In the privacy of our home and where no one will see what is all mine.
Home.
Mine.
Dean
You want that?
