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“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Reaching around, I wrap my arm around her lower back. “I can do that, but promise me if it ever becomes too much, you’ll tell me.”
“I want to see more of the dirty, lax Levi. He’s kinda sexy and turns me on a little.” Her face is flaming red, but dammit if it isn’t the sexiest moment ever.
“God I want to kiss the fuck out of you right now,” I tell her, tightening my hand on her lower back.
“In public?” Her words are breathy and come out in little pants.
“Hell yes.”
“Promise me someday you’ll do that?”
“That’s a promise I can definitely make, sweetheart. How about we head inside and eat before we give all of the patrons a show and I throw you down on the ground and ravish that sexy little mouth of yours.”
She pants again, desire flooding her emerald eyes. “Are you sure? I kinda like the second part of that.”
I run my finger from her forehead, down her cheek, and move her hair behind her ear, before taking her chin between my finger and thumb. “As amazing as that sounds right now, our first kiss isn’t going to be public. It’s going to be somewhere very private where I can kiss you until you’re gasping for air and beggin’ for more.”
“Now that sounds like a kiss.”
“I promise you, sweetheart. When I get finished with you, you won’t even remember a kiss before it. Mine will be the only one you think about, remember, dream of.”
“Something tells me I’m in over my head with you, Levi Morgan.”
Glancing down at her and giving her a smile, I respond, “Me too, Miss Summer. Me too.
Placing a kiss on her forehead, I pull back and head into the restaurant. Time to give my girl the best first date in the history of all dates.
* * *
Her head whips in my direction, her eyes full of excitement as we pull into the massive parking lot that’s barely housing a dozen cars. I drive my truck towards the building, but park far enough back that some asshole in a Prius can’t slide into the space beside me and door ding my truck. It’s wide enough that I usually choose to park away from the jerks who’ll squeeze in a spot that’s a foot too short, just to get as close to the front door as possible.
“Really?” she asks when I throw it in park and shut off the ignition.
“Really.”
“But you hate the bookstore.”
“Not true. I just never had any use for it back when you were going all the time. I had all the pretty girls doing my homework for me,” I quip, unbuckling my belt.
“You had me doing it,” she says, doing the same.
“Like I said, pretty girls.” Throwing her a wink, I hop out and head over to assist my lady in need. And like before, I use the opportunity to touch her, sliding her down my body in a way that makes me want to throw her over my shoulder, find the nearest hotel, and have my way with her until we’re both boneless and lethargic.
“If memory serves correct, I think you also used Sheila Kissee for her language arts skills,” she says, the corner of her mouth tilting upward.
“Oh, she had skills, but language arts wasn’t one of them,” I laugh.
I’m barely able to block her hand as she swats me across the chest. “You’re bad,” she says, returning my laughter.
“Come on, angel. Let’s buy books.”
She stops and looks me square in the eye. “That may be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I aim to please, sweetheart. Let’s go.” There’s no need to lead her towards the massive bookstore. No, not anymore. My girl is practically sprinting towards the front door, eyes alive with excitement.
