Performing the same maneuver again, he pulls me against him and wraps our joined hands behind my back, tugging me up against him.
“And so I could do this,” he says softly again, his free hand coming up to slide around the back of my neck and under my hair I left down and loose, tugging gently on the back of my neck to pull me up to his mouth, with the busyness of the street happening all around us.
My hand comes up between us to press my palm against his chest, feeling the solid pounding of his heart as his tongue ever-so-gently parts my lips. He softly sweeps his tongue through my mouth, lazily swirling it around and languidly stroking it against mine, taking his time, making my knees weak and my toes curl. He worships my lips and my mouth like they’re delicate flowers. It’s the complete opposite of the manic, crazy, wide-open-mouth kissing we shared back in the shed, but it sets my body on fire just the same, until he’s ending the kiss with a few little pecks and nips to my lips before pulling away, and I’m whimpering at the loss of his mouth on mine.
He’s tugging on my hand again, pulling me down the sidewalk once more, and I don’t even pay attention to where we’re going. I just let him blindly lead me wherever, wanting him to stop and kiss me like that again, and make my toes curl like that again, and make me wonder how in the hell I went my entire life without ever being kissed like that before.
Palmer stops on the sidewalk once more, this time tugging my arm to pull me in front of him, letting go of my hand to grab onto both my hips to turn me around until my back is pressed into his front. I smile as I rest my head back on his warm, solid chest, realizing he pulled us to a stop right in front of the Dip and Twist, and we’re standing at the end of its usual long line this time of night on the island.
He slides one arm around my waist, and I rest my hands on top of the corded muscles of his forearm arm locked securely over my stomach right under my breasts as he pulls me back more snuggly against him. I stare at the people in line in front of us, not even noticing who they are or what they’re conversations are about, when we take a small forward step together as one when the line moves a little bit. Palmer brings his free hand up behind my head to swipe my hair off one shoulder, and before the next person in line way up at the window can even start giving their order, and before I can brace myself, his head is dipping forward and his nose is nuzzling that spot right under my ear.
Oh God… the nuzzling….
I shiver against him as he holds my hair out of his way, rubbing the tip of his nose all along the side of my neck and then gently nibbling and kissing my bare shoulder, skating the tip of his tongue out every so often before kissing his way back up the side and pressing his mouth against my ear as we take another joint step forward in line.
I still haven’t recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm Palmer gave me almost two hours ago, and just like that, I’m wet, needy, and want to rub myself all over him, ice cream customers be damned.
“I absolutely brought you here to this street we’ve walked down a thousand times, so I could do all the things I’ve been dreaming about for… a long fucking time, Birdie,” he speaks softly against my ear, making my throat get tight and scratchy with emotion as he continues speaking, and we move up in line again. His arm is still locked tight around me, keeping the back of me plastered against the front of him, which is probably wise right about now, since I can feel him heavy and hard pressed right against my ass. “I wanted to hold your hand down Summersweet Lane, I wanted to kiss you in front of the arcade, and I wanted to have you in my arms while we ordered ice cream, because I finally can. I want to give you the world, Birdie. Everything you’ve ever wanted. But for tonight, I just wanted to kiss my girl in front of the arcade without worrying about her kicking me in the balls.”
A weak laugh comes out of me as I sniffle and suck up the stupid emotions, turning in his arm so I can see his face. I slide my hands up his chest to rest my palms over his yummy pecs, because I finally can.