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“See, it’s like we were never even here,” I say, bending over to fold the blankets.
“Thank you for this.” She clutches her stomach. “Everything was so good, I don’t know if I can move.”
“Well, Ithoughtwe’d be walking it off in the park,” I grumble, still mad at myself for not checking to make sure the damn place was open.
At least I got the menu right.
“It’s fine.” Emily steps closer, brushing up against my arm. “This turned out really nice. Maybe we can try to come back another time?”
The hopeful lilt in her voice reassures me that I didn’t fuck up too bad. “I’d like that. I’ll call ahead to be sure they’re open.”
Her lips twist as if she’s trying not to laugh. “Deal.”
Wind rustles through the trees, picking up her hair and tossing it around her face. It reminds me of the day we ran into each other in the cemetery. Feeling conflicted, I try to push the thought away.
I brush the wild strands of hair from her cheek and lean down, focusing on Emily here and now in the present. Her eyes widen a second before I press my lips to hers. She gasps and braces her hand against my shoulder, drawing me closer.
The bag and blankets in my hand hit the ground with a muted thud and I wrap my arms around her, lifting her slightly off the ground.
She sighs and sinks into the kiss. She tastes like lemon and sweetness.
After a few surreal moments, she pulls away, breathing hard. She smiles up at me and adjusts her arms around my neck. I realize I’m still holding her and set her down.
“That was better than dessert,” she says, sliding her tongue along her bottom lip. “And I really liked that cake.”
Laughing, I grab our stuff and take her hand. “Better than cake, huh? I’m flattered.”
She laughs, a honey-sweet, raspy chuckle, and bumps against me as we walk to the truck. I can’t seem to get enough of her touch or the sound of her voice.
At the truck, I open the back door and toss the bag and blankets inside. Emily stands by her open door watching me.
“You all right?” I ask.
She ducks her head and shrugs. “I just like watching youdostuff.”
It’s sweet and strokes my ego at the same time. “Oh yeah?”
“Is that weird?”
“Nope.”
We settle into the truck. I’m about to start the engine when she says my name.
I glance over.
“Thank you.”
I lean over to kiss her. A quick “you’re welcome” kiss. But she meets me halfway. Our lips touch and it’s a spark lighting a fuse. She moans and twists her body, draping half her body over the console in the middle, but doesn’t break the kiss. I grip her under her arms and half pull, half drag her to my side.
It’s a tight fit but I can’t force myself to stop and suggest we move this somewhere else. I slide my hand in the crack between my seat and the door, searching for the button that will move my seat back. I hit the wrong one and end up reclining a few inches instead.
She rolls her hips, pressing herself right into my growing erection. I let out a groan, breaking our kiss, but she doesn’t stop the relentless movements.
Fuck, she’s killing me. I can’t. Emily deserves better than a quick, sloppy fuck in the front seat of my truck.
“Emily,” I groan, pushing her back enough to see her face. “Not in the truck. Not the first time, anyway.”
The corners of her mouth twitch and she bites her bottom lip. “That implies there will be a second, third, and fourth time.”
