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“Well, I also got my favorite cookies delivered, so there’s that,” she says, a cheeky smile coming to her face.
“Hmmm, that Connor ate,” I grumble, hating the fact that he sat in her office with her, eating her favorite cookies. Jealousy coils, the feeling entirely new and never having appeared before I stepped foot back here in Whispers.
“He has a sweet tooth too. But the distillery restaurant is trialing a new dessert menu this week, so I know he’ll be busy with the chef taste testing until his heart's content for days.”
“I think Harvey’s class is coming to the distillery for a tour?” I tell her, remembering, as the two of us continue shuffling into the row and take our seats right in the middle, a completely unobstructed view.
“Yes. School tours are so much fun. I’ll be there. Connor and I both usually do question time with the kids that come through.”
“Harvey has been to the distillery a lot before, so he might get bored. But at least he will have some familiar faces with you and Connor.”
“Is he doing okay? Are you concerned?” Lacy asks, seemingly perceptive.
“I’m not concerned. I think he’s fine. It’s just a big move to come here where he needs to make new friends, and I think he is doing okay, but it’s hard to know for sure,” I tell her honestly.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. See how he is with his classmates,” she offers.
I nod, appreciating the offer.
“You do realize… that the fact you hired out the entire complex tonight will fuel the rumor mill for weeks, right?” She side-eyes me, her grin contagious. I look at her, taking in her face up this close. Her natural pout, her big brown eyes, pink cheeks, hair pulled into a ponytail. She seems more relaxed now, knowing her mom is fine, and the two of us only have to worry about each other. My eyes travel down her body and back up. She’s stunning, and I’m royally fucked.
“I don’t care that people know we are together tonight, but I prefer them not to stare at us all night while we try to watch a movie.” I continue to admire her next to me, our arms touching as I put the popcorn in the middle to share.
“They wouldn't stare,” Lacy says, looking at me with a knowing little grin that makes me want to do really dirty things to her.
“When I start feeding you your popcorn, they might,” I say, and her eyes widen slightly, which has my dick jumping in my pants. The idea of feeding her is now front and center, a new kink clearly unlocked for me.
“My hand is fine now,” she says, and she’s right. I took the bandage off and checked it before we left. She still has the stitches in, but it almost has full movement back, the cut healing perfectly.
“I like feeding you.” I pinch a piece of popcorn from the box and bring it to her lips. She pauses, looking up at me with intrigue, before she opens her pouty lips. The salt dusts her lower lip before she opens wider, her tongue darting out, and I push it in farther for her lips toclose around it, my fingers getting caught. I swallow as I watch her taste the buttery salt left on her lips. Her eyes are wide as I put my fingers to my lips and suck the salty remains into my own mouth. I see her chest rise and fall rapidly, and a deep growl rumbles in my chest in approval.
“Good girl,” I murmur. The praise comes to me quickly, as does my satisfied smile, and her body seems to relax even further at my words.
“They will be looking at you, not me, if you are feeding me like that…” she says, a little breathy and with a slight sass in her tone that has me grinning even wider.
“You are too beautiful for them not to stare at.”
Our eyes don’t waver from each other’s as I lean toward her slowly.
“Hudson.” It’s barely a whisper from her lips, and I edge forward some more, wanting them on mine. She lifts her hand, running it up my arm, and I know we’re on the same page.
“I love it when you say my name like that, Lacy baby,” I tell her before my lips brush lightly against hers and the whole world ceases to exist. It’s chaste, a blink-and-miss-it kind of kiss, but it tells me everything I need to know about this woman, and that is I want more of her and she wants more of me. I move my lips slowly against hers tenderly, enjoying every second before I pull away and look at her. Our noses nearly touch, and when her lips quirk up in a small smile, my head almost explodes from my chest.
“You had a bit of salt,” I say, grinning, obviously lying as I give her a wink.
“Did you get it all or need to try again?” she teases me back, and I laugh. I love getting to know the real Lacy, and more and more of her personality comes through whenever she is with me.
“I admit, I do have a slight fascination with your lips.” I could seriously watch this woman eat and lick her lips all day. It’s a turn-on.
“Hmmm… is that something I need to be concerned about?” she asks, this teasing conversation making me feel so damn good.
“You don’t need to be concerned about anything with me. But…Beetlejuice,on the other hand…” I say, getting us back on track. While I want to sit here and kiss her all night, I know there is a guy up in the camera box waiting for my signal to start the movie.
“This better be good. You really talked it up,” she grumbles playfully, and I lift my hand up and give him a wave and then a thumbs-up, and with a giggle from my girl beside me, the lights go down, the movie starts, and my grin never leaves my face.
“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!”Lacy says, smiling and laughing as we make our way out of the movie theater into the night and back to my truck.
“Told you it was good. Classic films, I love them,” I tell her, walking beside her. It’s a little cool out so I wrap my arm around her middle and keep her close, feeling good as she leans into me, wanting my touch just as much.