Page 81 of Badd Daddy
I shook my head. “Just…you. The thought of you wearing nothin’ at all except a little pair of panties? I don’t know how to handle that.”
“Don’t say panties,” she muttered. “I hate that word.”
I laughed. “Okay.”
Her eyes were fixed on me, unblinking, seeing into me, reading my thoughts and giving away little of her own. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Lucas.”
“I just did.”
“Tell me more.”
I snorted. “I will if you will.”
“Deal.” She shifted on the tailgate, inching closer to me. “You go first—first thought, no filter.”
I gazed at her, at those green-brown eyes, so wide, usually expressive but now reserved and opaque. “I’m thinking I want to kiss you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole damn life.” I let out my pent-up breath, now that I’d admitted that. “Your turn.”
She hesitated a heartbeat…two…three. “I’m thinking I’d like that very much.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I didn’t second-guess it. I didn’t dare wait, didn’t dare hesitate, half worried she’d change her mind. I turned toward her, cupping her delicate jaw with my big paw; she tilted her head up, twisting to face me, and our mouths met. Good god, her lips were soft. So warm. Pliant, welcoming. Damp. Eager. I couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to, I only wanted to dissolve into this feeling, into this moment. Into this kiss.
For a few moments, it was just our lips touching, but then the spark of lips on lips turned into a growing fire. Her lips moved on mine, seeking more and more. I slid my fingers past her jaw and around the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and she came willingly. Whose tongue moved first? Mine? Hers? I don’t know. It didn’t matter—our tongues found each other’s, and danced like flames, tangling in a tang of familiar perfection.
Her lips pulled away, but her hands slid up my arms and curled around my shoulders, clinging to me rather than pushing me away. “Lucas…”
“I feel like…” I shook my head slightly. “I don’t know how to put it.” I fought for the words. “Like we’ve always kissed each other. Like this ain’t the first time, even though it is. Like…like there’s a whole lifetime of kissing behind this moment that we’re somehow just now discovering.”
Her laugh was one of amazement and agreement rather than scoffing or ridicule. “That’s it exactly.” Her palm brushed my cheek, her thumb moving over my goatee, rubbing my upper lip. “A whole lifetime of kissing behind this moment that we’re just now discovering. I couldn’t put it better, Lucas.”
She kissed me, then, lifting her lips to mine, pulling me down to her with her other hand—a palm at the back of my head, the fingers of her other hand on my jaw, thumb on my cheek as our lips met and her tongue sought mine. She whimpered, gasped, and my heart stopped entirely, my stomach flipping.
Our mouths moved in synch, seeking each other, seeking more. Breath came in gasps, fingers slid on skin, tracing earlobes, jawlines, chins. My arm found her waist, wrapping around the slimness of it and drawing her closer. Her hands clawed into my shoulder, and she leaned into me. I leaned back against the side of the truck bed, pulling her with me, and now she was resting half on me.
Her palms flattened against my chest and her forehead pressed against mine, her lips parted from mine for a split second, just long enough for her to draw a deep breath, huffing it out, whimpering a sound that was all desire and confusion.
And then she buried her mouth on mine, and I fell backward to the bed of the truck, and she twisted in place. I was on my back, now, and she was on top of me, our lips locked together, her fingers digging into my chest. God, she was so soft, so warm, and so small. I barely felt her delicate weight, but her presence on top of me was my entire world—my whole universe.
Her thin, firm shoulders were under my palms, and then I traced the narrow S of her spine. The silk was cool and slippery, sliding under my hands as I ran my palms down her back. She arched against me, moaning into the kiss, pushing harder against me. And then, with a swelling soaring hammering heart, I felt the taut round bubble of her buttocks fill my hands, and I cupped her, caressed her, and she moaned, now pushing back into my hands.
I squeezed her ass, kneading it, memorizing the feel of it in my hands as if to make sure I could remember the glory of the feel of her, should this be all of her I ever got…and I could die happy, if that was the case. As I caressed and cupped those perfect, taut, round globes, the silk of her nightie shimmied upward, and then I had her bare flesh in my hands, along with a tiny sliver of cotton wedged between the cheeks. I groaned in my chest as I held the bare wonder of her backside in my hands, and I knew, as a fact, that never in all my life had I known perfection like this.
Her lips broke away from mine, and she pulled back enough to look into my eyes—hers were wide and glittering and filled with an impossible amount of emotion, her hair falling in black drifts across her eyes. I petted her ass, and she grinned, biting her lower lip.
“God, Liv.” I tried to find something else to say, but had nothing. “You—you’re…”
She scooted higher up my body, burying herself against me, into me. Burrowing, nestling in my arms. Devouring my mouth, tangling her tongue against mine. She fit in my arms perfectly, fit against my body as if it was made to nestle there.
The wind blew cold, and she shivered.
“Liv—” I wrapped my arms around her to keep her warm. “Let’s get back in the truck. It’s cold out here.”
She nodded, shivering. I sat up and slid off the bed, taking her with me, lifting her in my arms with the blanket wrapped around her. I settled her in the passenger seat, buckled her in, and got behind the wheel.
I drove back toward the city, my hand resting on the console, hoping for her touch.
She slipped her hand out from under the blanket to take mine, and didn’t look away from me as I drove us back to town.
“Lucas…” she breathed.