“You sure about that?” I question with a tilt of my eyebrow. I can’t see her being the type of girl who’d get it on in the backseat of someone’s car or the bed of some country boy’s truck.
“Actually, I never went all the way. I stopped when it got a little too serious. Didn’t want to be one of those girls who lost it in the back seat. I waited until I went to college and lost it in a bed.” She blushes, the slight pink of her cheeks barely visible in the glow coming from my parking lights.
“Smart lady.”
I climb up onto the hood, getting comfortable with my boots on the grill. “Wanna get up here with me?”
She regards me with a tilt of her head. “I’ll need your help. I’m a little shorter than you are.”
Reaching down, I grab her hand, pulling her up and helping her get situated. We scoot all the way back against the windshield. Pulling her close to me, I wrap my arm around her. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah,” she laughs slightly. “When did we become teenagers, looking up at the stars and snuggling on the hood of a car?”
“It’s fun, though.” I reach over, tucking a knuckle under her chin and tilting it up so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
She shivers, her teeth chattering slightly. “It’s colder up here than I thought it would be.”
“Come closer.” I pull her tightly against me. My arms clasp at her waist, bringing her head to my shoulder. Dropping my head back onto the windshield, her gaze heats my flesh where it sweeps across my jawline. Dipping my chin into my chest, I catch her eyes, smoldering as they clash with mine. My voice is rough. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Her plump bottom lip rests between straight, white teeth. The next words come out on a gasp. “Because I want you to kiss me.”
Take it slow, make it last…
My fingers dig deep into her hair and my palm splays against her skull pulling us closer together. Dropping my chin, our lips fuse. My heart thunders in my chest as I give myself over to the forbidden fruit of the woman in my arms. We melt into one another and my legs fall apart, making room for her. Before I know it, she’s made herself comfortable. Stretching like a cat, she curls against me. When we break apart, our foreheads meet. It’s hard to get my bearings and, when I pull back slightly, her gaze is dazed. “Fuck, you taste good.”
Hayden licks her lips, making a noise deep in the back of her throat. “You do too.”
My hands move down so that I’m palming her thighs, helping her get more comfortable. For my own sanity, I have to ask, “How far we gonna go?”
She swallows loudly, pressing further into me. “Just far enough so that it feels good?”
“Yeah,” I grunt slightly when her knee nudges my hard on. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we’ll do.”