“We can go slow. There’s a few bases we haven’t rounded yet. I don’t want to race straight to the main event but we could do some other stuff first.” Lennon’s satiny voice cools the stress raging through my muscles.
I nod quickly, definitely following the direction she’s taking. “O-okay. I like the sound of that.”
“I mean, I’ve heard foreplay is vital,” she adds nonchalantly while I melt into a lust puddle.
“Jesus, Sunshine. You’re killing me. When did you get so bold?” My palm slams on the table behind her to steady my buckling knees. “I might actually blow,” I admit before inhaling her sweet coconut scent. She always smells like the beach, or at least how I imagine it.
“You bring out a naughty side of me, Ryker,” she murmurs as her fingers dance up my ribs.
I swallow loudly, trying to hold back. “Sunshine,” I warn quietly while staring into her heated gaze.
She purrs against my jaw, “What's your fantasy?”
“You.”
“What about me? Anything special?”
“Everything. You’re the entire package, all I could want and need. You’re really special for me,” I admit without thought.
Flush races up the column of her throat before settling into her pink cheeks. My chest puffs up in honor—I caused that reaction.
Lennon hums and the soft exhale whisks across my stubbled jaw.
“You're so sweet, Ryker. Wanna know mine?”
“God, yes,” I beg and rock into her.
My eyes cross as I imagine the possibilities.
“You watching me, staring openly while I slowly get undressed. You’re peering through the window as I begin touching myself to thoughts of your blazing blue gaze taking the scene in. When I tumble over the edge, wishing it was your hand, you’ll be pleading for release too,” Lennon’s voice trembles while exposing her secret desires.
“Shit.”
Her words are so much better than I could have anticipated. Does she know how often I’ve pictured this exact scenario?
“Maybe we could act that out sometime?” I ask around the arousal threatening to choke me.
“I would really like that.”
“Do you want me to touch you now?” I offer hesitantly.
Lennon giggles.
“Not here, but tonight . . .” When she beams at me, a lopsided grin lifts my lips. “Pretty sure we’re not getting anything else done. Time to go?”
“But I thought we were going to the—”
“Wouldn’t that be a perfect spot for further exploration?” She accentuates the word and I get dizzy from the lack of blood flow to my brain.
My tongue swells so all I can do is signal her to lead the way.
As we’re about to leave the studio, Lennon’s phone pings and she stops in her tracks after glancing at the screen.
“Holy shit!” she exclaims while continuing to read the message.
“What it is, Sunshine? Is everything alright?”
Lennon looks at me and her eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
“Guess what?”
“Just tell me.”
“I won,” she squeals. “I got first place in the logo content.”
My face splits into a wide smile as I yank her toward me. Lennon bounces in my hold so I hoist her into my arms before spinning us round and round. She laughs loudly and I follow suit, glad to be sharing this moment with her. Lennon tosses her head back with another buoyant giggle before clasping her hands on my cheeks.
“I can’t believe this. That prize money gives Len’s Looks a real chance.”
“I’m not at all surprised, Sunshine. That design was brilliant, like everything else you make.”
“We need to celebrate,” she states as her eyes shine bright.
“Tequila?”
Her face goes a little green as the word leaves my lips.
“I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Pretty sure champagne would be better.”
“Good call. Let’s stop on the way.”
“This night is gonna be one to remember,” she says and wags her brow.
A sharp groan escapes as I start walking out. Lennon is still wrapped around me, exactly where she should be. I’d carry her everywhere if she’d let me.
“I have no doubt about that, Sunshine.”
“I can hardly wait,” she whispers in my ear.
With temptation personified seated next to me, the drive seems cut in half. I should be more careful with precious cargo but the possibility of touching Lennon’s smooth skin is making me reckless. We haven’t spoken a word the entire ride as friction crackles around us. I almost pull over several times but she’s looking forward to crossing this first off our list.
Right at dusk, we pull into the dusty lot and I park in the back along the edge. The drive-in theater should be fantastic but for far different reasons than I’d imagined. As I kill the engine, restless energy skitters along my flesh, sitting still isn’t an option. I get to work unloading the blankets and pillows before setting up a makeshift mattress in the bed of my truck.
Lennon rests against the lowered tailgate. “Are you all right? Your pace is like . . . triple the usual.”
“Yep, all good. Just really excited for this,” I ramble while tossing the final layer down.
“I had no idea you enjoyed the art of cinematography so much.” She tips forward, laughter shaking her shoulders.
When I turn to face her the sun has almost set and she glows in the dim light.
“Uh,” I stammer. Is Lennon actually expecting to watch these movies? Shit. “What’s playing again?”
This time she bends backward in full on cackles.
“Your face,” she wheezes. “Oh my God, Ryker. You’re looking at me like I just ruined Christmas. Don’t worry, Santa really does exist.” Humor bounces on her tone.
“Get your butt up here and we’ll see who’s laughing.”
“What are you gonna do? Give me a spanking?” She nibbles on her lip before winking at me.
It’s my turn to double over, but not from laughter. If I don’t lose the visual of her creamy ass beneath my palm, this will be over before it begins. My legs give out from the strain and I topple onto the puffy comforter.
“Sunshine,” I moan to the dark sky and press down on my aching junk. “What am I going to do with you? My balls are never going to recover.”
Suddenly her beautiful face is hovering above me, lighting up the black scenery.
“What’s wrong with them?” She peeks at my cupped hand before swinging her eyes back to me. “Are you hurt?” An adorable crease forms between her brows.
The pressure eases with her concern but the dirty desires shove to the front of my mind. “I’m fine,” I huff between my clenched teeth. “Lay down with me. The show is about to start.”
Lennon’s head nestles on my pec while I adjust higher on the mountain of cushions, propping us up in case we watch the movie. Her palm rests against my flexed abs and I try to ignore the potent desire barreling through me. If we act on our lustful urges, Lennon needs to make the first move. My racing heart demands certainty before giving into my filthy fantasies.
I try to get comfortable and relax my straining muscles but it’s impossible with her fingers toying at the hem of my shirt. The hand resting against her hip squeezes into a fist when her nails drag lightly against the taut skin of my lower stomach. I blow out a deep breath and beg for patience as the enormous screen flickers to life in front of us.
When the opening credits begin rolling, Lennon’s warm breath tickles my neck before she places a delicate kiss there. She decadently drops lingering pecks up toward my ear and my vision gets hazy. When her lips suck along my jaw and her entire palm slides up my abdomen, I’m ready to bust. My fingers find the edge of her top before brushing her silky skin. Lennon shivers as she reaches my mouth so I haul her closer and fuse us together.
As our lips connect, I roll onto my side and pull her so our bodies are better aligned. I groan into her open mouth and she responds by stroking my tongue with hers. I devour her sweet flavor while both hands tremble with need, my deeper cravings begging for satisfaction.
“Can I touch you?” I plead between sinful kisses.
Lennon nods vigorously before diving back into my mouth. My palm traces up her spine before finding the clasp of her bra. My inexperienced fingers fumble with the hook and my face heats with the lack of skill. Lennon reaches and expertly snaps the strap open before returning to her delicate exploration of my torso. I don’t dwell or doddle as my hungry hand fills with her naked flesh. My touch glides between her plump tits. Lennon wriggles against me and mews against my lips when I rub her peaked nipple. My fingers focus there, playing with the hardened point and rounding the tightened skin before pinching slightly.
“Yes,” she breathes quietly. “More, please.”
I eagerly follow her request, alternating soft flicks with gentle tweaks, lavishing her pebbled tips with undivided attention. My mouth waters for a taste but removing the obtrusive fabric isn’t an option even if it’s dark and secluded.
Lennon breaks away and pants, “I want things but don’t know how to ask for them.”
“Tell me,” I beg. “I’ll give you anything.”