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Catching my hand, he kissed my palm, and the bristles scraping against it tickled. “Scruffy I can also do.”
“It suits you.”
“What does that mean?”
I grinned. “I don’t know…but there’s something about a rumpled Jake, who’s scruffy, that I like.”
“Noted.” He winked. “And I’ll be fine for the drive. We can always get coffee on the way back.”
We spent the rest of the ride like that, trading idle comments, teasing, and relaxing. The tension bled out of the car, and it wasn’t awkward—at least, not stilted anymore. By the time we got to the drive-in, I’d actually gotten excited, and we had a bet on what we were going to see.
It was fully dark when we got there, and the first showings began in twenty minutes, so we’d made good time. We only had to pay one fee for the car, which was cool, and our options were a double-feature of horror movies or a double-feature of murder mystery and a psychological thriller.
Jake grimaced and looked at me. “Definitely not the horror.”
“Nope. But the other two sound cool.”
“You sure?” The tense little worried frown he wore was adorable. “We can skip out on the thriller if it’s too much.”
“Or make out,” I pointed out to him. “I promise to not try and break your arm.”
“You can break anything you want, if we’re gonna make out.” The playful grin softened his frown. He drove us in and got a good spot in front of our screen. It was a mostly wide open field, devoid of grass and a little dusty. The picture screen was huge, and we were the only people here so far. Maybe Sunday nights weren’t busy.
I went with Jake to get concessions and to use the bathroom. When I came out, he had a pizza, nachos, hot dogs, popcorn, Twizzlers,anda pretzel. My stomach growled at the sight. He told me to wait while he ran and used the restroom, then he came back for the food, and I took the sodas. A few more cars had trickled in, but no one parked right next to us. He got the radio tuned to the station for the sound, and then we started divvying up the food. It was a feast, and I was starving for the first time that day.
Every other meal had been punctuated by discomfort or grief. Jake laughed when I even shared some of the pretzel.
“Well now, I really feel special.”
“I share,” I reminded him.
“I know, but it’s still fun to tease you.” Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was a light brush, that sparked hotter the second our lips touched. He put a hand on the pizza box to keep it still as he tilted his head and teased at my lips with his tongue. My hands were full or I’d have been touching him too, then he leaned back slowly, a grin pulling at his lips. “Definitely fun to tease you.”
A shiver raced up my spine, and I took another bite of the pretzel before I said something dumb. Still, my system hummed from the kiss, and my lips tingled. When he offered me a bite of pizza, I took it, and then we started feeding each other… even after the movie started. When he sucked my fingers against his lips, another shudder went through me.
The murder mystery was good—though I think I missed more than a few clues between stolen kisses and Jake making sure he sucked on each of my fingers. He was making me a little crazy. Course, the fact I got him to shudder when I grazed my teeth then my tongue over the tips of his finger was definitely something I never wanted to forget.
Eventually, he leaned back in his seat, but he kept ahold of my hand, and I tried to desperately follow who had done what to whom—thankfully, this one was something of a comedy, so they laid it all out at the end. When the movie was over, I went from my seat to Jake’s as he shoved his seat away from the steering wheel. There wasn’t a lot of room until he pulled the lever, and his seat went back to lay nearly flat.
Sprawling on his lap and chest, I studied him. “Hi…”
“Hey, we have ten minutes before the next one starts. Need a bathroom break?”
“Nope.”
“Awesome.” Hand around my nape, he pulled me to him, and then he was all lips, teeth, and tongue. The bristle on his face stung mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had my hands in his hair, and he had a hand on my ass. I was still achy from earlier, but the tension winding through my body promised me we’d get over it.
When the sound of the movie kicked up announcing the second one, Jake groaned. I lifted my head and stared down at him in the dark with only the flickering light from the movie screen beyond to highlight him. We were a thousand miles away here.
“Not in the car,” he whispered. “I want to—but not here. I don’t want to be squirming to find an angle, and I definitely don’t want anyone else looking at your ass.”
I nuzzled another kiss and then climbed off him carefully to slide back into my seat. He lay there for a moment, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the erection pressing at the front of his shorts. Finally, he sat up and adjusted himself, then grinned at me.
“I could always—you know…” I held up my hand. “I have some practice from before.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. I’m going to be good.” He caught my hand and about all we’d missed were previews. Jake liked to hold my hand. He did it all the time, and while it had been weird at first, as with all the hugs earlier, I liked it.
I liked the constant contact.
