We stay like that for a long time. Kissing slow, pulling back just enough to breathe, then finding each other again. Her forehead drops to mine at one point, and neither of us says anything. There isn't anything to say that the heat between us isn’t already saying.
When she finally eases back, her eyes are soft and a little unfocused, and there's a curve at the corner of her mouth that I feel unreasonably proud of.
"See?" she murmurs.
"Yeah," I agree. "I see."
I’m still hard when I walk her out to her SUV when it's time, my hand resting at the small of her back. The street is quiet, the neighborhood settled in for the night, and there's a full moon guiding our way. It’s magical as anything else ever has been.
She stops at the driver's side door and turns to face me. She's smiling, surprise flaring in her eyes.
"Thank you," she says. "For dinner. For the porch." She pauses. "For the kiss."
"Anytime." I mean that in every direction. “I’m going to bed with either the worst case of blue balls, or I’m going to have to take care of myself before I get any kind of sleep, but trust me, Trish. You were fucking worth it.”
She laughs softly and ducks her head, and when she looks back up her eyes are bright. They’re full of heat, and a promise of what might happen next time. "That was the first kiss I've had in two years, you know. There was a lot riding on it."
"I know. You told me. Did it meet expectations?”
She lifts one shoulder, a sassy smile spreading across her lips. "It did. I just wanted you to also know that it was the best one of my life."
I lean down and press one more to her forehead. My cock throbs as she runs a finger down my stomach.
"Drive safe, Trish."
She gets in her SUV and I stand in the driveway until her taillights disappear around the corner.
Then I go back inside. I’m equal parts frustrated and grinning like an idiot. Truth is, I wouldn’t change any of it.
Chapter Five
Trish
It was hard to go to sleep last night. I haven't been that sexually frustrated in a long time, but I loved everything about it. A man who wanted me, a kiss that completely exceeded expectations, a good evening. It was what I've wanted the last few years, and not been able to have.
So when I pull into Gunner and Amy's driveway the next afternoon, I'm still skating on a cloud.
"You look happy," Amy grins as meets me on the front porch. "Did you have a good night?"
I'm not sure what even to tell her. I haven't had a night like that in a long time. So I stick with the safest option. "I did."
She tilts her head to the side. "Was it clothed or not?"
"Son of bitch," Gunner groans. "I didn't want to hear that."
"Then go back inside, because me and your sister are having a conversation."
I laugh as I watch the two of them interact with one another. I'm so happy that my brother met this woman, that he's been lucky enough to love her, and we've been lucky enough to have her in our lives. "Yeah bro, go make sure my daughter is ready to leave, and give me a few minutes to be a girl."
He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head as he looks between the two of us.
Amy's eyes sparkles as she laughs. "He's going to be so annoyed, and I'm going to hear it later, but it's so worth it."
That it is. "We made out, but things stayed clothed."
Amy's eyes go wide, and she grabs my arm, pulling me toward the porch swing. "Girl! Sit and tell me everything. Don’t leave any of it out. Please tell me you had a great time."
"There's not that much to tell." I’m trying to be coy about it, but I'm smiling so hard my cheeks hurt, and we both know it.
