“Yeah, well, we all say shit at sixteen that makes us cringe now. If I recall you said you wanted Barb for one thing—her oral skills, and not the ones she used to become a Declam contest champion.”
Jim blushed. Then he said, “Come on kids,” and hustled away.
“Good friend of yours?” Carolyn asked dryly.
“How’d you guess? Livin’ in the same area I’m forever branded by stuff I’ve done in the past.”
She stopped and faced him. “Are you bothered by what he said?”
“No. That kinda shit always dribbles out of his mouth.” He touched her cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I wanted you to hear it.”
“While he was saying that stuff about you, I watched his ankle biters throwing rocks at each other. I was hoping they’d miss and hit him.”
Carson laughed.
Once they reached his pickup, he opened the passenger side and slid in next to her, then draped her across his lap. “What? You think I’d rather have a steering wheel in my lap than you?”
“No complaining if your legs fall asleep. Or if I fall asleep.”
He swept her hair from her face. “Been thinkin’ about how much I’d like to have you fallin’ asleep in my arms.”
She touched the brim of his hat. “Take this off. It bumps my face when you kiss me and it keeps me from running my fingers through your hair.” As soon as he set it on the seat beside her, her hands were on his head, nails gliding over his scalp. “Your hair is like black silk. Not too long. Not too short. Why hide it under a hat?”
“I don’t know how to answer that… Ah, damn. That feels good.”
Carolyn tugged him closer by his hair and kissed him with sweet seductiveness.
His brain focused on the image of her using her mouth on his c**k the same way. The thought of teaching her exactly how he liked it, of knowing she’d never done it to any other guy…
The speaker crackled and she jumped, breaking the kiss.
“Sounds like the movie is about to start.”
She shifted sideways and he draped his arm behind her. “Now I wish I would’ve gotten popcorn. But it’s annoying when one person is eating it and the other isn’t.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He played with her hair and watched the previews.
“I can’t remember the last movie I went to. Wait. Last year. My aunt wanted to see The Sound of Music which was pretty good. Did you see it?”
He lifted a brow.
“Right. Big, tough, hard-livin’ cowboys ain’t got time for that kinda musical nonsense.”
Carson put his fingers over her lips. “You plan to talk through the whole movie?”
She opened her mouth to nip his fingers. “The movie hasn’t started. And besides, I was hoping we wouldn’t see any of the movie because we’d be doing other stuff.”
“Carolyn.”
“If you don’t want to mess around with me, then why am I sitting on your lap?”
He shut her up with a kiss. “Behave. You might not want to watch the movie but I do.”
She sighed dramatically but settled into him.
But forty-five minutes into the movie, she became restless. She started tracing the fingers on his right hand. From the tips to the knuckles. Then she turned his hand over and swept her thumb over the calluses at the base of each finger. After that she placed a kiss in the center of his palm and the inside of his wrist.
“Sugar. What’re you doin’?”
“Exploring your hands. I love that they tell the story of what you do.”
“That I toil outside in hot and cold weather and half the time I forget to wear my damn gloves?”
She ran his hand up and down her bare arm. “See? The way your rough skin feels on mine gives me goose bumps.”
He placed her hand back in her lap. “Watch. The. Movie.”
Five minutes later she said, “So what are we doing after this?”
Carson winced when two horses went down onscreen. Make believe or not he always reacted that way when animals got hurt.
“It’s muggy enough that we could cool off at the lake.” She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, unsnapping the top two. “I’d even get in the water this time.”
“Not a lake night. It’s gonna rain.”
“How do you know?”
“The way the sky looked earlier. How the air feels and smells now. Aw, hell. How come they never see an ambush comin’? It always happens.”
“Because it’s an ambush.” Carolyn threw her leg over his thigh so she faced him, straddling him. “I’m thinking I need to ambush you.”
Like he didn’t see this coming.
But how was he supposed to resist taking it to the next level when she smelled so good. Or when he could feel the soft crush of her belly and her br**sts against the hard wall of his chest. When he knew the sweet taste of her mouth and the no-holds-barred way she kissed. And the woman seemed especially determined tonight.
Why?
Why are you resisting her? You know where this is gonna end up anyway.
Not here, not like this. No way, no how.
“I love your chest. So strong and hard. So many muscles. Is it weird I like that you have a lot of chest hair? It’s so manly. And you smell like you there. It’s like the hair traps the scents of musk and salt and that outdoorsy scent, then it becomes you.”
“I think we’re missin’ the gun fight.”
She kissed the hollow of his throat. Then followed the tendons in his neck with her hot little tongue. “You still interested in watching the movie?”
He groaned. “You’re makin’ it damn hard.”
“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
Lord, she was insistent tonight. Maybe a little ornery.
You got ornery covered.
“My friend Laura lost her virginity at a drive-in.”
“Not happening for you.”
The light in her eyes disappeared. “Why don’t I get a say? It’s my virginity.”
“We talked about this. There’s a time and a place. This ain’t it. Look, sugar. Can’t we just have a normal date?”
“Is that why you’re with me? Because I’m normal date material?”
“Yes. Now can we be done with this conversation and just watch the movie?”
But she wouldn’t let it go. “It’s starting to rain and you won’t be able to see it anyway. And don’t sidestep the question. What would you be doing if you were out on a date with someone else?”