“What?” I say, unable to hide my smirk, as I circle the truck to meet her. “Don’t you like brownies?”
“Yeah, the chocolate kind, but that’s not what you’re talking about.” She pokes my chest, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Who was she?” she asks.
“Her name was Tori Boyd.” I slide my hand around her waist, and back her up until she’s pressed against the hood of her truck. I spread her legs with my knee, and settle in close.
“Sounds made up,” she says, her voice a little breathless as I brush the streak of mud from her cheek. She rests her hands on my chest and splays her fingers.
I bring one hand to my mouth and kiss her fingertips, slowly, then press a soft kiss to her wrist. A quiver goes through her as she melts under my touch. “She was big into the girl scout’s organization. Went all the way through the ranks,” I say.
“All the way, huh?” she teases.
“She was a seventeen-year-old scout when we met. Man, you should have seen her in that uniform.” I make a low whistling noise, and Alyssa shakes her head at me. “I was a seventeen-year-old asshole with one thing on his mind.”
“I can just imagine.” Her hands slide around my back, and she moves her hips, her sweet sex torturing my growing dick. “Actually, I don’t think you’ve changed much over the years.”
“You’re not wrong, but the arrangement was mutual. I helped her get her de-flowering badge, and I—”
One hand goes up in the air to stop me. “I know what you got out of it.” She rolls her eyes and feigns exasperation. “You don’t have to spell it out.”
“Speaking of spelling it out. That’s when I learned the alphabet…with my tongue.”
Dark lashes fall over lust-infused eyes. “You are so bad, but ah, yeah, I’m kind of glad you learned that.”
I chuckle, loving her sexy reactions. Honestly, I have never been so comfortable with a woman, so at ease that it makes talking about anything and nothing as natural as breathing. I barely know her, yet I’m completely spellbound.
Her tongue snakes out to wet her dry lips and all I can think about is rehydrating myself with the sweetness between her legs and pleasuring her until she’s screaming my name.
“What would you say if I had one of those uniforms in my closet?” she asks.
My breath stalls in my lungs and my cock rockets to life. “I’d say get back in the truck, we’re going for a drive.”
Her chuckle massages my balls. “It would be far too small for me now.”
“Even better.”
“What is it with guys and uniforms?” She rolls her eyes, but it’s her grin that fucks me over. Man, I really like this girl. So strong, so independent, so fucking sweet—inside and out.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask, and press kisses to her cheeks, nose and lips.
She sighs as I lightly brush my mouth over hers, a feathery light caress. “Seventeen, too.”
“Was it with the douche?”
“Yeah, he was kind of my one and only.”
I pull back. “No shit.”
“Yeah.”
Catching me by surprise, she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine for a long, affectionate kiss. Her mouth lingers as her eyes fall shut, reducing me to that hormonal seventeen-year-old again, and all thoughts of her ex evaporate from my mind. I open my mouth for her tongue and she slides it in. Desire surges through me, the only thing that matters is this woman and what she does to me.
“Mmm,” she moans into my mouth. “This is much better than talking about the past, isn’t it?”
I drag her closer, until her soft body is flush with mine, and run my hands down her back until I’m cupping her sweet ass, and hating the clothes that are separating us. Her nipples scrape against my chest as we practically dry hump against her vehicle.
“We could talk about all the things I’m going to do to you once I get you inside,” I say.
She chuckles into my mouth. “Like feed the dog, cook dinner, and get ready to go see Grandma.”