I pull back suddenly, remembering that he is the star quarterback and has a game to play. “Wait! The game! You need to go!”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out from behind the bar. Spins me quickly, unties my apron, and sets in on the counter. “Ski, I’m stealing Leora away!”
“You got it!” the traitor shouts back.
“What? No. My shift isn’t over yet, and you need to go get ready!”
“You need me more, and you are all that matters.”
Holy mother of Jesus, he is skipping the game? I laugh at his absurd mind as he drags me out of the shop and opens the door to his truck for me.
“Okay, then, you have me. What are you going to do with me?”
Oh no. I realize my wrong choice of words when he looks at me like I’m a five-course meal and he is a starved man that just got permission to feast. “Would you like my answer to include what Ireallywant to do with you? Or just what I have planned for tonight?”
“Tonight, will be…good.” I swallow the dry lump that has formed in my throat at his meaning.
He starts to drive away, his left hand on the top of the steering wheel, his right gripping my thigh. His hand warms my skin, even through the leggings I’m wearing.
“We, my pretty bird, are going to my favorite spot in town.”
As we drive, I can’t take my eyes off him. This is my one and only chance to look at him without him being able to look at me. At least not for long since he has to keep looking back at the road.
He is transcendent. His dark jeans are tight around his thighs and crease in all the right places. Because of how he is seated, I can see his bulge through the thick denim. My mouth was dry, but now it starts to water at the thought of what's hidden. As my eyes trail up, I take in his royal blue jacket with gold leather sleeves and although it fits slightly baggy, I can still see his defined torso. His golden locks are pushed back off his forehead. I don't even realize until I'm halfway there that I have reached out to run my fingers through them. He leans over slightly, obsessing over my touch.
“This is not fair. You can sit and eye fuck me, but I have to keep my eyes on the road. Next time, you're driving."
“Umm, not a smart plan. Remember, I never learned to drive.” I shake my head and roll my eyes at him.
“Oh, I didn’t forget. I’m going to teach you.”
“No, absolutely not.” I cross my arms and glare at him.
“What! Why not?”
“I’m…scared.” I dip my eyes so he doesn’t see them.
“Well, time to face your fears, pretty bird. I won't let anything happen to you.” He begins to pull the truck over and then unbuckles his seat belt.
“Wait, right now? No. Uh-huh. Not happening, you psychopath.”
He laughs and then comes around to my side, opens my door and unbuckles me. I sit, pouting, with my arms over my chest. “I’m not moving. You are certifiably insane.”
“Yes, you are moving. And yes, I am.”
I whip my head to him, and my curls slap me in the face. Damn curls.
“Come on. The road to where we are going is practically abandoned. Nothing will happen. It’s a straight road the rest of the way. You don’t even have to make a turn.”
“If you can move me, I’ll do it. But good luck with that.”
He throws his head back and lets out a roaring laugh. My eyes immediately go to his muscular neck. God, I want to kiss him there.
“You’re cute when you think you’re tough.”
With that, he scoops me up, one hand behind my back and one under my knees, and literally lifts me out of the truck.
“You and your stupid muscles,” I mumble.
