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There’s quite a difference between having a crush on someone and being obsessed with them. “Maybe it’s because I was handsome, dashing, and debonair,” I tease.
She tilts her head up to look at me. “I think you can go ahead and drop the term debonair from your vocabulary. No one has used that word for at least a decade.”
I try to smother back a smile. “My grandpa was fond of that term.”
She chuckles, “You’re proving my point.”
I hate to admit it to myself but she’s right once again. “I’ll make a mental note.”
“See that you do,” she teases me.
I tug her closer, intent upon keeping the chill off her. “I’m glad you came back to Las Salinas, Serena. We all missed you, especially your family.”
“Thanks for saying so, hot stuff.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her turn of phrase. “You’re as playful as you ever were.”
“I’m not Siege’s kid sister anymore. The sooner you see that, the better off any relationship we have will be.” Something just shifted in the tone of her voice. It became sterner and slightly darker. It was enough to make me look down at her with a questioning eye.
“I realize you’re a fully grown adult. I don’t think anyone could miss that fact even if they tried.”
“I used to be naïve when I was younger. I thought the world was fair and all men were like the Savage Legion brothers. It was devastating to discover the world was filled with assholes.”
She is telling me in so many words that a man somewhere had hurt her. “Whose ass do I need to kick tonight, princess?”
She shoots me a disapproving look. “No one. I don’t need the brothers fighting my battles for me.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you do need,” I ask boldly. She clearly wanted to have a private conversation with me tonight. Now, I’m curious to know what she wanted to talk about. Hopefully, she hadn’t changed her mind about working with me.
“When I was young and naïve, I wanted something from you. Back then I was always too shy to ask.”
“If it was anything to do with learning to use weapons, the answer is no,” I warn her in a stern tone. If she wants to learn to shoot, her brother can do the honors. I have no intention of overseeing any activity that could get her injured.
“It was nothing quite so dramatic or dangerous. What I wanted was for you to be my first kiss.”
My heart stutters in my chest and my throat closes up. I had no idea she had thought of me that way all those years ago, much less that she wanted to kiss me. As my brain parses through her admission, my mouth speaks the words my brain didn’t approve of. “You’ve been gone a long time, princess. I’m sure that ship has sailed.”
“It did, but I’m still curious,” she responds a little too quickly.
“Curious about what?” When she doesn’t immediately answer, a certain knowing creeps forward from the dark recesses of my mind and I am shocked. “After all this time, you’re still curious about what it would be like to kiss me, right? Is that why you wanted me to take you on a ride tonight?”
“You must have kissed hundreds of women by now. What difference can one more make?” When I don’t immediately say no, she adds, “I just thought it might be fun to appease my curiosity as a way to celebrate my homecoming.”
I can almost understand her reasoning. Kissing for Serena is a mere curiosity. For me it means so much more. I’ve actively avoided kissing most of the women I’ve been with, because kissing is meant to be tender and sweet, an intimate act you do with someone you have feelings for. Sex is a primitive and rudimentary way to fulfil a basic need. It’s clear Serena doesn’t really know what she’s asking me for tonight.
“That’s an awful lot of thinking going on over a mere kiss. I’m not asking you to marry me or make babies with me.”
“I just really care about you, Serena. I don’t want to do something tonight, that you might regret later.”
She immediately turns the tables on me. “What about you? Aren’t you worried you might regret kissing me at some point in the not-too-distant future?”
Without thinking, I snort a laugh, “Not fucking likely. You’re a beautiful woman. No man in his right mind would regret throwing a lip lock down on you. Trust me on that, princess.”
She shoves away from me and turns on the bench to face me. “I must not have made myself clear. You wouldn’t be the one throwing a lip lock down on me. You would be sitting still while I throw the lip lock.”
I let out a strangled laugh because I was not expecting that. “Give it your best shot, princess. I’ll even score you on a scale from one to ten.”
Serena comes to her feet and straddles my lap in the traditional cowgirl position that I love so much. When she scoots in close, my cock thinks it’s playtime. I try to discretely shove him down but he’s not having it.
