“I’m gonna pick you up now,” I whispered close to her ear.
She nodded, but her body shivered. I liked that a lot. Holding her waist, a second longer than was necessary, I enjoyed the feel of her body against mine. Then before things got embarrassing, I lifted her up and onto the truck bed. I jumped up behind her, and she turned to look at me with a surprised face.
“You do that so easily,” she said.
“I’m six three,” I explained.
“Oh yeah,” she muttered.
I went to setting up the pillows and blankets the way I knew it worked best. This was not my first drive-in with a girl nor the first time to have a girl back here. I’d probably had more girls back here at the field than the drive-in. When I had it just right, I sat down with my back against the cab of the truck. Then I held my hand up to her. “Come on down.”
She glanced at me, then knelt down on her knees and looked unsure of where she needed to sit. I liked the fact she was new to this. I liked knowing her experience with guys was limited. Even if it was a reminder that I had to be careful here. No expectations from her. No promises that I couldn’t fulfill.
“My chest is more comfortable than the cab of the truck. But it’s up to you. You can lean back and sit beside me or you can sit right here.” I motioned to the spot in front of me. “I’m a pretty damn good backrest,” I assured her, hoping she’d sit between my legs but thinking she may not be brave enough to try that.
I saw her consider her options for only a second; then she moved and I was impressed. “You do look comfortable,” she agreed, then settled between my legs and shifted until her head was resting on my shoulder. I was torn between cursing myself for suggesting this and fucking nirvana at how good she felt.
“I’m definitely breaking one of your mother’s rules,” I said as I placed an arm around her waist, then rested my other arm on my bent knee.
“Oh yes. We are both going to hell or confession,” she quipped, and I laughed, then uncharacteristically kissed the top of her head. That was not me. I wasn’t the sweet boyfriend kinda guy. I made out. I didn’t kiss heads. Closing my eyes, I took a deep, slow breath and hoped I could remember my rules with her. Messing up would cause damage, and I never wanted damage between Ezmita and me.
“I bet this is nice when it’s chilly out,” she said softly.
“You like the cold?” I asked her.
“No, yes, well, I like to cover up. Get cozy. It would be nice if we needed covers.”
I didn’t say anything right away because I’d been here when covers were needed, and I knew what happened under covers in the dark. Thinking about those things with Ezmita made me need to adjust my hips so she didn’t feel anything.
“Yeah. Needing covers is nice,” I said simply.
The screen lit up as the night sky finally darkened completely. Ezmita tilted her head back and smiled up at me with excitement in her eyes. I knew it was about the movie coming on, but damn, my lips didn’t seem to give a shit. They took over. Lowering my head, I touched the side of her face with my hand and turned toward her so that my mouth covered hers completely.
A small sigh came from her lips, and I smelled the mint on her breath as she moved in closer to me. Her hand brushed my arm lightly, then held on to it as if to keep me there. When I opened my mouth, she took my cue and I was tasting now. The mint she’d eaten earlier lingered. The sweet, unsure response from Ezmita shouldn’t be making me want to drag her on top of me, but it was. I fought back the urge and continued to enjoy what she was giving me.
She was a perfect blend of soft and sexy. I could kiss her like this forever and be happy. She turned closer into me, and her hand moved to my shoulder. Her breasts were now pressed against my chest. I wrapped an arm around her back and held her against me, not wanting her to move. This was perfect. She was perfect.
“Griffith? That you under all that lovin’?” Nash’s voice called out, and I had never hated anyone more in that moment.
Ezmita pulled back, her eyes wide as she looked into mine. I could see the longing and pleasure there even though we’d been interrupted. What the fuck was wrong with Nash? I put my hands on her waist to keep her from jolting back or moving too far away from me. I wanted to keep her close. Shifting her to the side, I glared at Nash, who was grinning at the end of my tailgate. He was holding a large fountain drink in one hand and a popcorn in the other.