Page 36 of That Moment
“Like you’re trying to get me in trouble.”
She tilts her head, eyes catching mine, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Maybe I am.”
The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s thick, charged, electric. The air sizzles with everything we haven’t said and all of thealmostmoments over the years.
I set the wrench down slowly so it doesn’t clatter, then turn to face her. “You want trouble, Barbie?”
Her chin tips up, those green eyes daring me. “Maybe I’m done pretending I don’t.”
That’s all it takes… I step in, crowding her space, my hand finding her waist and dragging her close until her body pressesinto mine like we’ve been figuring out this fit for a decade. Her breath catches. Mine does too.
“You show up here late,” I murmur, voice low, “in that thin shirt that does fuck all to hide your nipples, looking at me like you want to be devoured… and you think that’s not gonna have consequences?”
A flush climbs her throat. “What kind of consequences?”
“The kind you’re going to feel tomorrow.” I curl my fingers into her hip, haul her back a step, then another, steering us out of the F-250’s shadow. We move without looking, muscle memory through the garage, only the sound of my boots scuffing concrete echoing around us. “The kind you’ll remember every time you look at my hands.”
Her pulse beats wildly against my wrist where I hold her. “You talk a lot for a man who keeps not kissing me.”
I huff out a dark, hungry laugh. “Careful what you wish for.”
We hit the Mustang, I turn with her, brace a palm on the metal behind her, and press her back against it. She gasps as I lean into her, my body hard against hers.
“You know what you do to me?” I ask, my mouth at her ear, letting my breath ghost over her skin. “All that baiting. All those sweet, innocent little looks. Every time you walk in here, it’s like you own the place. You think I don’t notice the way you lean over my shoulder just to feel me?”
Her fingers fist in my shirt. “Maybe I wanted you to notice.”
“Yeah?” I drag my nose down her cheek, slow, savoring. “Well, I noticed, darlin'.”
“Scotty…”
I pull back just enough to see her face, to make sure she’s with me. Her pupils are dilated, eyelids heavy. Her pouty lips parted, a soft, desperate sound caught in her throat. She’s staring at my mouth, her fingers curling tighter against my chest.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
When she does… Ifinallykiss her.
The first press of my lips against hers is careful, like I’m dipping a toe in the water to test the temperature before diving in. Her lips are warm, softer than I remembered from all those late-night lies I told myself. I keep it shallow, barely a pass of my mouth against hers, the kind of kiss a man can still pretend didn’t happen if he has to. But she destroys my restraint in a heartbeat.
Adrienne sighs into me and pushes closer, mouth opening, hands sliding up to frame my face like she needs to make sure I’m real. The second she kisses me back, everything changes.
Heat and desire roll through my veins, my last fiber of restraint shredding. I groan, deep and helpless, and answer with my tongue, taking the kiss deeper, greedier, the world narrowing to the addictive taste of her tongue against mine.
“Christ, Adrienne,” I rasp against her mouth. “You taste like—” I kiss her between words, my tongue sliding past her lips, tangling with hers, “like I can’t get enough.”
She laughs breathlessly, and I steal the sound between her lips. My hands find her waist, then higher, fingers spanning her ribs, thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts through the thin tee. She arches into the touch with a soft, broken noise that goes straight to my cock.
I lift her and set her on the Mustang’s hood, stepping between her thighs, palms sliding over denim, up, up, until my thumbs press into the tender crease where her hip meets the inside of her thigh. She shivers, a tremor I feel everywhere.
Her arms loop around my neck, her mouth dragging mine back down. She kisses like she’s been starving for me. It’s messy, hungry, no space for air or common sense, and it’s driving me fucking wild. I match her pace, swallow down every soft sound she gives me, and pay it back with a growl against her tongue.She tugs my hat off, tosses it blindly across the bay, and dives both hands into my hair.
“That mouth,” she whispers, dazed, when I break free to taste down her jaw. “God, Scotty… you could do wicked, wicked things with that mouth.”
“If you think this is wicked,” I growl, my hand wrapping around her jaw, “just wait until I’m devouring your pussy.”
I take it as an invasion to fuck her mouth with my tongue, the sexy sound of her moans spurring me on until she pulls back panting.
“I guess we know the answer to my questions now.”
