“See, I don’t think you know my name, Drew. It’s not honey or darlin’, it’s—”
Before Karlie could say another word, Drew’s lips were on hers, sealing over her mouth. His tongue slid across her closed lips, begging to enter. She gasped as he pulled her closer, grabbed her ass, and squeezed. That seemed to be what he wanted as his tongue entered her mouth. She licked him back, and he moanedagainst her lips. It was a good thing that he was holding her up because she couldn’t even feel her legs. He ended the kiss, leaving them both panting. Karlie couldn’t remember the last time a guy kissed her the way Drew just had.
“Baby, I know your name. I know who you are, and I have wanted to do that since I first saw you, after I moved here in twelfth grade. You were the hottest girl in the senior class, and I knew I would never have a chance with you. I also knew that you were in love with Jake and that he would have killed me if I ever even dared to touch you. I know you, Karlie Angel.”
Karlie felt a breath catch in her throat as she sighed. She snuggled into his arms and wiggled her butt, just enough to distract him. His hands were still on her ass, and his fingers flexed. Good, she still had his attention.
“How would you like to be my date for my sister’s wedding?” She felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Yeah, judging from Drew’s grin, she’d asked her question out loud.
Drew released her and took a step back. He was going to say no; she could see it in his face. His smile was meant to be polite. Okay, it was her fault for forgetting her new rule about swearing off the male population. She’d take his rejection and call someone to come pick her up. She was so close to her parents’ house; she could practically walk there with her suitcase and still make it to most of the rehearsal dinner in town.
“Sure, I’d love to be your date.” His southern drawl and sexy smile held her attention as he stared down at her.
“You would?” she squeaked. “You don’t have to if you already have a date. Or if you weren’t invited, you could be my plus one.”
“No, I’m invited. I don’t have a date, and I would love for you to be mine.” His sexy smile was back in place, and he winked at her. How was she supposed to deal with all this? With him? His outrageousness was off-the-charts sexy, making her stomach feel like it was doing flips.
Again, she had nothing to say. How did he leave her speechless? No one had ever left her with nothing to say, not even Jake. As for that, no one had ever kissed her like Drew just had. No one had ever made her feel so much in such a short amount of time.
“You’re doing it again,” Drew moaned.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you unless you’re ready for me to do just that again,” he said.
“What if I am?” Karlie knew she was egging him on, but she wanted his lips on hers more than she wanted her next breath.
Drew pulled her up against his body and kissed her again. This time, she was the one moaning and licking his lips. He opened for her, and she kissed her way in, sucking his tongue into her mouth. He started to back away from the kiss, and she lightly nibbled his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, and Drew went crazy. His hands were all over her, scorching her everywhere he touched. Her fingers playfully combed through his light-brown hair that seemed to need a cut and was sexy as hell. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, getting a better angle on her mouth. Drew cupped her ass, pressing her to his growing erection. She groaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around him. Drew snaked his hand up her body to her breast, cupping and squeezing them into his big palm. She felt his seductive touch and even over her cotton T-shirt, her nipples hardened. And, asquickly as it began, it was over. Drew released her and helped her down from the hood of the car, shoving her behind him so fast her head felt like it was spinning. Karlie all but fell head over ass into her trunk.
“What? Why did you stop?” she asked.
“We have company,” Drew whispered. How had she not heard the car pulling up behind his pick-up?
“Oh God,” she moaned. “My parents.” Drew chuckled. Yeah, he was genuinely laughing at her.
“This is not funny,” she said, slapping his bicep, noting how big and hard his muscles felt under her palm. It took her a minute to remove her hand.
“Well, darling, here you are,” her mother said as she got out from the passenger side of the car. Her dad still hadn’t moved from the driver’s seat. He was staring at Drew through the windshield as if sizing him up.
“Hi, Mom,” she squeaked. Karlie looked at her father, who still hadn’t made a move to get out of the car. “Hi, Dad.” She even smiled at her father and waved, hoping to break the tension, but it hadn’t. Drew started walking toward her dad’s open window. What the hell was he doing?
“Hello, Mr. Angel. I was just helping Karlie with her flat tire.” Drew’s smile didn’t seem to have the same effect on her father that it had on her. Her father didn’t smile back, just sat there like a statue staring them both down.
“Yeah, Dad,” Karlie said, “he was. But I was just explaining to Drew that I don’t need any help to change a tire. You taught me everything that I needed to know.”
“Yes, and I was just explaining to your daughter that a jack might help change her tire,” he countered. Drew’s smile turned smug as he turned to face her. He sauntered back to her side and grabbed her hand to lace their fingers together, bending to give her a quick peck on the lips.
“Drew,” she said, “my parents are—”
“Right here,” her father finished. “And, from what we saw driving down the lane, you two weren’t discussing anything. If that’s what young people are calling tire changing these days, it’s no wonder there are so many stranded vehicles on the side of the road.” He looked back and forth between Karlie and Drew, and she could feel the heat coming from her face.
Still holding her hand, Drew cleared his throat and turned to face her father. “Well, Sir,” he said, “Karlie and I haven’t seen each other in a while, and we were just catching up.”
“Huh,” her father grunted. “Well, as I recall, you are both supposed to be at Jenna’s rehearsal dinner right now. Why don’t you leave your car here, Karlie? We can take care of the tire after dinner.”
“Sir, if it’s all the same to you,” Drew said, “Karlie can ride with me since she has agreed to be my date for the weekend.”
Karlie whirled around to look at him. “For the weekend?” she questioned. “I thought we were just going to the wedding together?”
