“Which paragraph are you on?” she asks, her fingertips sliding up and down the back of my neck.
I desperately want those hands on the rest of my body.
“I just think you jumped ahead a few paragraphs. I’m still back on the one where we make out heavily, and I get to run my hands and mouth over all of these sweet curves right here in the back of my pickup.”
Her smile is playful, pleased, and sexy as hell.
“Well, I wasn’t going to just unzip you and climb on.”
I tip my head back and groan. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the impulsive things that come from this woman’s mouth. I kind of hope not.
“I don’t think our sweet little town knows how naughty our quiet, cardigan-wearing librarian is,” I tell her, lifting my head to meet her gaze again.
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, then kisses along my jaw until her mouth is against my ear. Then she says, “I don’t think you do either.”
That’s it. Mia Hansen wants to play? We are definitely going to play. With my hands still on her ass I suddenly twist, and tip her onto her back. She gives a little gasp and giggle that I fucking want to bottle so I can replay it fifty times a day.
I reach over and turn off the propane stove, then lift a foot and push the table the rest of the way down to the end of the truck.
I focus on her again. Her lips are parted and she’s breathing faster, her cheeks flushed pink. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman in my life.
“There, plenty of room now.”
She reaches her arms up over her head so she’s fully stretched out beneath me. “Good. No reason you can’t get at every inch then.”
I give a growl and lower my mouth to her neck. “Be careful what you wish for,” I say, giving her throat a little nip.
I feel the shiver that goes through her body and the way she arches slightly closer. “Oh, David, you have no idea what kind of wishes I wish.”
I kiss the spot I nipped before kissing along her collarbone and then down to the top of the bodice of her dress. “I would very much like to hear these wishes. In graphic, dirty detail.”
I’m really going to have to tell her that I have read her fanfiction one of these days and have a pretty good idea how her dirty mind works.
But I would love to hear it out loud straight from the source right now.
“Unbutton my dress,” she tells me without hesitation.
The dress has sweet little buttons that fasten from between her breasts to about where I suspect her belly button will be. And they’re not just buttons, they’re little white flower-shaped buttons. Because, of course they are.
I love these innocent touches that cover this mischievous, naughty woman.
I shift so I can lean onto one elbow next to her. “You’ll have to help me,” I tell her.
Again, without even a pause, she lifts one hand and together we begin undoing the buttons. We quickly reveal the simple white bra underneath, and for some reason, I love the fact that it’s white and unadorned, with not even a lacy edge.
She pulls one side of the bodice open, and I spread the other away from her breasts.
I rest my hand on her stomach, my rough, tanned skin a stark contrast to the smooth creaminess of her stomach.
“Now what?” I ask.
“My bra has to go,” she says. But of course, she doesn’t stop there. “I want your hands and mouth on my breasts. On my nipples.”
My erection presses insistently against my zipper hearing her say ‘nipples’.
“Unhook it for me,” I tell her.
She arches her back and reaches underneath for the tiny hooks. The moment the clasp gives, I reach up and drag it down and away from her perfect breasts.
