Chapter 22
GEORGIA
Mac didn’t say a word until we were standing beside the passenger side of his truck.
Instead of opening the door for me, he set his hand on it.
I turned to face him, and he stepped close.
It was dark out, but the parking lot was well lit.
Still, he was cast in harsh shadows. It was freezing and our breaths came out in little white puffs.
“I was wrong,” he said, reaching up to stroke my hair.
The gesture raised goosebumps along my neck.
“Oh? About what?”
There was a long list of things he was wrong about so it was important I knew which one. The calendar idea. Being Mr. January. The kiss.
“Kissing.” His gaze dropped to my lips. “And touching.”
Suddenly, I wasn’t cold any longer. And I agreed with him.
“So wrong,” I agreed, nodding. I’d dick dazzled him and I wanted his dick.
“We need to kiss. And I need to touch your perfect tits again. Cup your ass.” With every word, his head dipped closer and closer to mine until I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Not PeeWee Dad.”
“Who?” I wondered.
“Exactly. This is happening, Gorgeous.”
“Okay. Kissing. Groping. What else?” I asked breathlessly. Why wasn’t he kissing me now? COME ON, KISS ME!
“I have a fucking list.” His lips brushed my jaw, feather light. I angled my head.
I wasn’t sure if he meant he had a Fucking List or just a list that was really fucking good. Didn’t matter either way. “Good. I do, too.”