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“Baby, you didn’t tell me you cut your hair.” I see her start to get in a tizzy when her spine straightens and her shoulders pull back. “I love it.” I don’t want her to think I prefer it longer. I love it like this. It’s sexy and I can’t wait to run my fingers through it. I slide a hand along her face and love when she leans into the touch. “We better go before Michelle gets a show.”
“Okay.”
Her breathless reply almost makes me say, “Fuck it,” but I want to take her out. I want to show her I can be romantic.
“See you, Krystal. We’ll be back later,” Lydia says with a wave as I help her into her jacket, and we head out. I didn’t even see Krystal in the kitchen making dinner. “Love you, baby girl, tell your brother I said bye. I’ll come kiss you when we get home.”
“Bye, Mama.”
“Don’t worry about anything. Have fun.” Krystal laughs, and I wave before I turn back to Michelle.
“Be good.” I smile at her, and she waves her little fingers, each one moving.
When we get out to my truck, I open the passenger door and lift Lydia up inside. Before I close the door, I lean into her and kiss her cheek. She blushes and turns toward me.
“I got you something.” I open the back door of the truck and pull out the bouquet of flowers and hand them to her. They aren’t roses but a bunch of wildflowers that the store manager suggested.
“I love them.” She leans forward and kisses me next to my mouth. I want to move slightly so she’s on my lips again, but I don’t. I lean back.
“Sit back, baby. I have romantic plans for you.” I smile at her, and she watches me as I move around the truck. I climb in and start the engine, then I grab her hand and set it on my thigh.
I lace my fingers with hers on my leg every so often during the drive. She doesn’t move her hand. She’s leaned back into the headrest watching me and not where we are going. I head into Nashville, where I take her to a nice French restaurant.
“I hope you like it.” I turn to her now, nervous again. She looks at the restaurant and then back at me.
“As long as we are together, I don’t care where we eat.” Her soft smile is proof I should have taken her to a simple restaurant, but I want to wine and dine my girl.
* * *
After an extremely nice dinner of barely any food, we are laughing as we walk to my truck again.
“Next time I could do pasta or even steak. But thank you, it was very nice and sweet. I loved the desserts too.”
I push her up against the side of my truck and can’t wait any longer. I lean down and kiss her like I’ve wanted to for so long. That first kiss didn’t count, as far as I’m concerned. This one is the one.
Her hands go to my head and rub across my skin, turning me on more, before she locks her hands around my neck. I tease her lips before she opens, and I dive in. Our tongues make love to each other, just like I want our bodies to do. She moans, and I dig my hand into the hair at the back of her head. She tips her head, and my other hand holds her hip, lifting her up slightly so my cock lands where we both want it.
We move around, giving and taking. Our kiss heating up as her hips start to move. I rip my mouth from hers and take in her swollen lips.
“We need to go before I get us arrested.”
Her chuckle is deep and sexy. “You’d have to arrest yourself.”
“Yeah. Or Cobi, and he wouldn’t let me live that down.” We both laugh again, and this time I open the door and help her inside.
“Tomorrow, dinner at my house?” she asks as we drive back to her place.
“Always.” I turn from the road to give her my answer.
* * *
Lydia
I watch him as he drives. Dinner was beautiful and romantic. He got us a table on the patio, and the coolness in the air was so nice compared to the heat that was coming off each of us. He’s dressed in dark jeans that fit him perfectly. His dark blue button-down shirt showcases his arms and chest.
But the best part of tonight so far has been the kiss. I’ve dreamed of how it would be, but the reality was way better. I’ve never felt like that before. Everything stopped. Time. My breathing. Even my racing thoughts. Then it all started up again with him as the focus. His tongue. His lips. His hands. If he kisses like that, I can’t wait to feel him moving over the top of me.
When we pull up to the house, he walks me up to the porch and kisses me again. This time I pull on his shirt.
