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“What?” I breathe, and he leans over and unbuckles my seatbelt then reaches around my waist, pulling me into him.
“Here,” he grunts as he pulls me toward him. It’s a bench seat so I move easily, my body pressed against his within seconds. His hand wraps around the back of my head and he presses his forehead to mine.
“I need to kiss you.”
The way he says it, his voice lined with desperation makes my entire body tremble.
“Do it.”
His lips brush against mine, and the two of us combust, my hands sliding into his hair, mussing it, my tongue sneaking into his mouth and brushing against his. A groan escapes my lips as he drags his hand down my chest to my groin, settling it right over my cock. I can feel his heartbeat galloping under my thumb. He wants this. He wants me. He couldn’t even wait. He had to pull the goddamn car over.
“You don’t have to,” I breathe when he pulls his mouth away from me, his entire body trembling slightly. Mine is too, the heady thrum of lust vibrating through me.
I only see fierce determination in him now. “I want to.”
He squeezes my cock gently and my eyes roll back in my head. This feels too fucking good. Too fucking right.
I want more. I want so much more. But…oh, holy shit. I want more than the sex stuff too.
“We have a date,” I breathe, surprising myself and likely my balls too. I can hear them screaming at me—let us come, you idiot!—but I don’t take it back, and Tomas nods, squeezing my cock again. I want to take a detour to a hotel and rut against him, but I also want him to woo me. I want this date more than I want air.
“We do,” he says, his mouth descending on mine again, kissing me until I’m whining. Fuck, if he pets me I may actually purr.
“I want this date,” I say honestly. Even though I love kissing him, and I’m curious about all the things we can do together sexually, I want this damn date. I want to see what he has planned. I want to get to know him better. All the parts of him.
“Okay, okay,” Tomas says pushing me away gently. I’m breathing roughly, my entire body trembling with need, and he looks just as wrecked as me. “The date. Right.” He chuckles nervously. “Although…” He licks his lips and eyes my outfit and appearance. “I’m nervous I may have fucked up.”
His voice has changed. He sounds worried, nervous. “Why do you think that?” Oh god. Does he mean kissing me? Or by asking me out on a date? Or by all of it? Oh fuck, he’s taking way too long to answer. This can’t be good. He’s over it.
“The place we’re going—” I swear he looks almost shy now. Still very worried which makes my heart race. “It’s not really fancy. I mean…” He shrugs sheepishly. “I’m not fancy, Damon.”
I smile at that. I can’t help it. I think about his dirty fingernails and plain clothes. And damn it, it makes me smile wider.
He isn’t regretting us. Or the date. Thank fuck for that. “I don’t want fancy.”
He eyes me carefully, cocking his head to the side as if to question me. “But—”
I laugh at that when I realize why he’s so damn nervous. “You’re what I want. I want you to take me on a date that you picked out. I want it to be all you, Tomas. Don’t take me to a fancy restaurant if you don’t want to.” I’m taking the chance that he didn’t plan that since he’s so worried and that’s likely what he thought I would want. “Sweep me off my feet in your own way, Tomas.”
He’s still watching me closely before he lets out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I did think about a fancy restaurant in the city. But it didn’t feel right.”
I nod my head and reluctantly move back to my seat, but I reach for his big hand, and I’m elated when he squeezes it, threading our fingers together. “I want the date that feels right to you,” I say, with one-hundred-percent certainty.
I’ve been on fancy dates before. I’ve seen glitz and glamor. It wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
“Okay,” he says softly, as he begins to drive us out on an old highway I don’t recognize. Not that I would. I don’t really know this area at all. It’s pretty deserted out here, but I’m not worried. I trust him. I want this.
Want him.
All I’m feeling right now is excited.
And horny, but I digress. I can put that aside for a while until we get to where we’re going.
“Oh, are we going to a graveyard?” I ask, shifting in my seat and glancing out at the darkness surrounding us.
“No, why? You like graveyards?”
“They’re spooky.”
