Page 78 of The Hearts We've Broken
“But we were having so much funback there,” she teased.
We’d listened to the music for a little bit, but most of our time was spent standing in the corner of the bar watching the guys play pool.
“I have an idea that’ll be more fun.” I turned my head to look at her and smirked.
The fairgrounds were deserted when we got there. The sun had started to go down, casting an orange glow over the land.
When we reached the pickup, instead of opening the passenger door for Juniper, I spun her around to face me then backed her up so she was leaning against the front of the pickup. As I ran my hands up and down her arms, the only thoughts filling my mind were the list of things I wanted to do to her tonight.
“What are you thinking about, Casanova?”
My eyes met hers as I replied, “Just you.”
She raised an eyebrow like she didn’t believe me.
“And maybe a little about fucking you.”
“That sounds better.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she pushed up on her toes to kiss me.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, and my hands wandered down to her waist as our mouths collided. She tasted sweet, like the cherries in her drink tonight, and all I wanted to do was savor the taste as long as possible.
I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, and she gasped, opening her mouth ever so slightly so I could slide my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss. My tongue flicked against hers, tangling together. We fit together so perfectly it was hard to believe this was ever fake.
My hands drifted up her arms to her neck and jaw. She broke the kiss, pulling back slightly and looking at me with those icy blue eyes. I traced her lips with my thumb, takingthe time to admire her, then leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
“You’re being…sweet tonight.”
“Is that a problem?” I grinned.
She shook her head. “No, it’s just, I’m surprised. Normally, I’d be undressed by now.” She let out a small laugh.
“Can’t a man take time to appreciate his woman?”
“I—”
“Wait, don’t answer that.”
Before she could say anything more, I kissed her again, this time more aggressively, more passionately. As though she sensed the shift in emotion, her kisses became sloppier, like she was caught in the heat of the moment. Soon enough, I was hoisting her up onto the hood of the truck, then running my hands over her bare, gooseflesh-covered legs. One strap of her tank top had slipped off her shoulder, and her legs wrapped around my middle.
“How do you want me, Peach?” I asked between kisses.
“I want your tongue, and then I want you inside me. And I want you now.”
I chuckled. “Can’t even wait until we get home? What if someone sees?”
She glared at me. “That’s never stopped you before. Besides, there’s no one here.”
Can’t argue with that.
“Scoot forward,” I told her, and she did, moving so she was sitting on the very edge of the hood.
I moved quickly, unbuttoning her denim shorts and pulling them down her thighs, past her cowboy boots, and let them fall to the ground. I dragged a finger up the fabric that covered her, and she shuddered.
I groaned at the wetness seeping through the fabric. “Fuck, Juniper, you’re already soaked.”
I circled her clit with my thumb, eliciting a moan from her lips before hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down, baring her to me. I swiped a finger through her slit, bringing it up to my lips and sucking her arousal off. “So sweet.”
“Please, I need—” she pleaded.
