“Huh?” I ask, letting myself relax from that. There’s still a chuckle in my tone, but not as much as before.
Her signature smile hits her face again and I would give anything to press my lips to them and taste the joy she radiates.
“I’ve been trying to make you laugh since I got here,” she admits.
Stalking over to her, I twist my baseball cap backward andrefuse to waste another minute. My hands grip her waist, pulling her flush to me and I crash my lips to hers. Instantly, her arms are around my neck while her body melts into mine.
This kiss is fierce and passionate.
Like we’ve both been waiting for it to happen again since the first time.
She tilts her head to the side, moaning and allowing me access to deepen the kiss to taste everything she’s willing to give me.
Kissing Blair is like waking from a deep sleep to the rumble of thunder. A lightning strike to the chest that I wouldgladlylet hit me repeatedly if it meant getting to do this for the rest of my life.
Maybe it’s that I don’t run around kissing women.
Maybe it’s justher.
Reluctantly, I pull away, keeping my lips hovering over hers. “Get changed. I want to take you somewhere.”
“So bossy,” she says playfully, before locking her lips with mine one more time and retreating up the small stairs to the bedroom.
“Something warm,” I shout up to her.
“You mean you won’t be keeping me warm?” she shouts back with a giggle.
“Blair,” I warn, waiting for a response, but it doesn’t come. “I’ll be right back.”
She mumbles something in response, but I’m already halfway out the door. I rush back to my place to grab a few things to load into the bed of the truck. I said I wanted Blair to experience these fireworks at my spot, but I also crave this time with her. Do I want it to feel like a date of sorts? Yeah, I do.
She has to know I want her in every sense of the word.
She makes me want to go above and beyond to show it.
When I head back to her house, I find her already standing on her deck, waiting for me. She’s wearing a pair of bootcut jeans and an oversized sweater. It looks so big on her that it’sbunched at her wrists. She brings one arm across her stomach, with the other elbow resting on top of it while her thumb plays with her bottom lip. It’s cute, and sexy, and, fuck, she drives me wild just standing there the way she is.
Opening the truck door, I pull myself to a standing position with one hand on the door and the other on the roof of my truck.
“Bring the dog,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Bring the dog,” I repeat, gesturing to the house. “He will love it.”
She stands there, shocked for a moment, before retreating inside to grab Reginald. She emerges with him on his leash, and he offers me a bark before descending the steps with her right behind him. I jump down from the car and try to reach my passenger door before she does, but fail.
“It’s my job to open the door for you, sweetheart.”
“Always such a gentleman,” she says, stepping back and allowing me to do it. I watch her intently as her eyes track every movement. Almost as if she’s not used to this type of treatment.
Once she’s in, I jump back in right after. Reginald nestles himself in the middle of the bench seat, and I already hate the space between us.
The ride is quick.
Likely because I gunned it here to make sure I could get set up before the fireworks start.
I don’t head for the same trail I use to get there by horse, because it’s too small for the truck. Instead, I pass the ranch and make my way down a wooded path I carved out for myself. I created it with just the right amount hidden at the entry of the road so that people didn’t get curious and try to explore back here.
