“True.”
“So, you’ll tell me?”
“Nope!” I grinned and tossed him the keys. “But you can drive.”
“How will I know where to go?” he countered.
“I’ll guide you, baby. Don’t you trust me?”
He shivered a little, probably remembering last night and the intense sex we’d had when I’d said something similar before binding his wrists to the bed, blindfolding him, and torturing every inch of his body with kisses, nibbles, and licks before climbing onto his dick and riding him to a screaming climax.
He was the one screaming.
Seeing him let go and just enjoy was amazing. Bryson always took such care with me. He paid attention to my face, listened to my body, understood my needs before even I did—and not just with sex.
This weekend was all about showing him that I was just as devoted.
Bryson unlocked his pickup, and I opened the passenger door and hopped in.
“Which way?” he asked. “Or should I go home and change first?”
I eyed his casual jeans and T-shirt with the Take a Hike logo, jean jacket thrown over top. “No, this is perfect. Just head toward Eucalyptus and turn left.”
“Okay…”
I directed him turn by turn until we were on the highway.
“Huh,” he said.
“What?”
“This route seems familiar.”
“Does it?” I asked innocently.
When we approached the turn onto the dirt road, he chuckled. “Turn here, right?”
“Oh, you have me all figured out. Go ahead.”
He took the turn and drove until it ended in nothing but fields. He pulled to the side. “I believe we walk from here?”
We got out of the truck, and Bryson reached for my hand, lacing our fingers. “Re-creating our first date. That’s very sweet.”
I smiled at him. “Well, you did charm me right out of my pants that night.”
He laughed. “I think keeping you in your pants would have been the real feat.”
I swatted his stomach, and he caught my wrist and tugged me into a kiss. “I couldn’t stop thinking about these lush lips all night.”
I slid my arms around his neck, just feeling the weight and warmth of him against me. I was tempted to cut the night short and drop to my knees there and then, but I resisted.
I nuzzled his nose. “That first date changed my life, Bryson. You showed me a guy that I didn’t think existed.”
“So did you,” he said, studying my face. “You swept me off my feet.”
I tugged the curls at the back of his neck. “Stop stealing my lines.”
He grinned. “Sorry. You make me a romantic sap. Can’t help it.”
