16. David
DAVID
“How have you never had a s’more made with chocolate chip cookies?” I ask as Mia makes a second one with cookies instead of graham crackers. This time, she also slides a peanut butter cup into the middle instead of the classic milk chocolate square.
There are several other variations I’ve tried over the years, and now I can’t wait to show them all to her. She’s like a little kid who just discovered marshmallows.
“I don’t know,” she says around a bite of chocolate and peanut butter. “We didn’t go camping, and the few times I’ve had s’mores have been at bonfires, and we just do the basics.”
I shake my head and turn my attention to the marshmallow I’m heating over the small propane stove.
I made a table out of a long piece of wood that rests on either side of the truck bed.
We’re sitting on the air mattress, propped against the pillows resting on the cab of the truck, with the ‘table’ pulled across our laps.
The stove, the s’mores ingredients, and bowls of plain and white cheddar popcorn are spread in front of us along with a thermos of hot chocolate—yes, despite the eighty-degree August night—and a thermos of lemonade.
I’ve also got water and soda in the cooler on the tailgate.
Is it overkill? Probably. But I don’t know what Mia likes. Yet.
I’ve already figured out that she prefers sweet snacks to salty and that she likes natural disaster movies. She chose Twisters over the rom com Anyone But You, but she did approve of Glen Powell being the star of both. And she mentioned we could watch them both tonight.
Which means she’s all for staying longer.
Which made me happier than I’d expected.
I intend to know all her preferences, but knowing everything about her will take time.
That’s called dating .
Yep.
It sure fucking is.
Which means we’re going to have to talk about what this is going to be and how we’re going to let people know.
Because I want to date Mia Hansen.
Publicly.
We’re only a third of the way through our first-ever movie together, and I know I want to keep doing this for a very long time.
Forever .
I ignore that word flitting through my brain. That’s an overreaction. There’s no reason to think in those terms right now. We don’t have to label this.
I just want to watch a lot more movies with her, eat a lot more snacks with her, and kiss her a lot more.
“If I’m honest,” I tell her. “I would be happy with just the toasted marshmallows.”
“It is hard to beat those,” she agrees.
I move the perfectly golden marshmallow away from the flame and pull it from the end of the skewer.
Suddenly, Mia’s hand is wrapped around my wrist, and she pulls my hand toward her mouth.
I, of course, let her. If she wants any part of my body near her mouth, I’m on board.
With an impish smile, she takes the marshmallow from my fingers with her teeth. But the crispy outer layer pulls off, and she has to close her lips around the gooey melted marshmallow inside to keep it from dripping. That means her lips also close around my fingertips.
That also means heat and lust immediately shoot through me.
My gaze locks on her mouth. And my cock jumps as her tongue drags over my fingers, licking the melted sugar from my skin.
I reach over and push the long board-slash-makeshift table away from us. I turn more fully toward Mia and cup the back of her head. Her big green eyes are locked on mine as she licks the rest of the marshmallow from my fingers. I drag my wet index finger over her bottom lip, and her breath catches.
“The tornadoes rip up a lot of shit, but they survive, the experiment is a success, and they fall in love,” I tell her. We’re watching Twisters .
She swallows. “Okay. Why are you telling me that?”
I give her a slow smile. “Because we’re going to miss the rest of the movie.”
“Oh.”
Then I kiss her.
She immediately opens her sweet mouth.
It’s literally sweet now. She tastes like chocolate, sugar, and cookies. I like all of those things. But fuck, this woman is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
And I want so much more.
I meant it earlier when I told her that she gets to decide what comes next. In every way. But I’m done saying stupid shit like ‘casual’ or thinking this is short term or that we’re just becoming friends.
I want her.
However she’ll let me have her.
For however long.
I taste her mouth fully, loving the way she meets my energy perfectly. She kisses me back with enthusiasm, arching closer, her tongue seeking mine, her fingers gripping my shoulders. Her little hums of pleasure fire my blood, and I need her closer.
As if reading my mind, I feel her shift. She pulls her mouth from mine, reaches over and pushes the board with our snacks even further toward the end of the truck, then slides into my lap, straddling my thighs.
My hands settle on the bare skin of her legs, exposed when her dress hikes up, and she cups the back of my neck with both hands, linking her fingers.
Then she kisses me again.
Our mouths are hotter now, the kiss immediately deeper and more urgent.
I run my hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs.
She grinds closer. She’s not up against my cock.
Fortunately. If she were, she’d not only feel how hard I already am for her, but there would be one of two results.
Either I’d flip her to her back and make this first make-out session into something far more intense.
Or I’d come in my pants in a way I haven’t since I was a teen.
Neither is ideal.
This is our first official date.
And I don’t intend for either of those things?—
“I have an IUD.”
I pull back so I can look up at her.
Did she just say…
She nods. “I have an IUD. So no worries about birth control. I mean, condoms are important for other reasons. If you want to use those, I’m good with that.
I got negative results the last time I tested, but it’s been a long time.
But I also haven’t had sex in a long time.
Even longer than since I got tested. Obviously.
I mean, that’s the point of testing, right?
Anyway, I’m fine with condoms. But just wanted to let you know the birth control thing is covered. ”
It would really help if more of my blood flow was going to my brain. I would be much more able to have rational, mature conversations if my entire existence wasn’t focused on this woman’s body and my cock at the moment.
Of course, this topic is related.
I clear my throat. “Okay.” I nod. “Yeah. That’s good. We should talk about that. I guess.”
She nods. “We should. I know it’s not romantic, and it kind of kills the hot vibe a little. But we should talk about it before we take our clothes off, because then it will get much more difficult to remember details other than how much I want to lick you all over.”
My brain is still a little slow, but my cock reacts to her words.
I don’t know why this surprises me. Nothing about Mia has been what I expected from the very first minute.
I run my hands from her calves up to her thighs, squeezing gently. “You go from zero to sixty, huh?”
She gives me a mischievous grin that makes my cock ache. “If you think we were at zero prior to right now, we are definitely not on the same page.”
I slide my hands up further under her skirt, and the soft cotton of her dress against the back of my hands is strangely hot. I cup her ass encased in the warm silk of her panties. I squeeze. “Oh, we’re on the same page. But maybe not exactly on the same paragraph.”
“Which paragraph are you on?” she asks, her fingertips sliding up and down the back of my neck.
I desperately want those hands on the rest of my body.
“I just think you jumped ahead a few paragraphs. I’m still back on the one where we make out heavily, and I get to run my hands and mouth over all of these sweet curves right here in the back of my pickup.”
Her smile is playful, pleased, and sexy as hell.
“Well, I wasn’t going to just unzip you and climb on.”
I tip my head back and groan. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the impulsive things that come from this woman’s mouth. I kind of hope not.
“I don’t think our sweet little town knows how naughty our quiet, cardigan-wearing librarian is,” I tell her, lifting my head to meet her gaze again.
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, then kisses along my jaw until her mouth is against my ear. Then she says, “I don’t think you do either.”
That’s it. Mia Hansen wants to play? We are definitely going to play. With my hands still on her ass I suddenly twist, and tip her onto her back. She gives a little gasp and giggle that I fucking want to bottle so I can replay it fifty times a day.
I reach over and turn off the propane stove, then lift a foot and push the table the rest of the way down to the end of the truck.
I focus on her again. Her lips are parted and she’s breathing faster, her cheeks flushed pink. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman in my life.
“There, plenty of room now.”
She reaches her arms up over her head so she’s fully stretched out beneath me. “Good. No reason you can’t get at every inch then.”
I give a growl and lower my mouth to her neck. “Be careful what you wish for,” I say, giving her throat a little nip.
I feel the shiver that goes through her body and the way she arches slightly closer. “Oh, David, you have no idea what kind of wishes I wish.”
I kiss the spot I nipped before kissing along her collarbone and then down to the top of the bodice of her dress. “I would very much like to hear these wishes. In graphic, dirty detail.”
I’m really going to have to tell her that I have read her fanfiction one of these days and have a pretty good idea how her dirty mind works.
But I would love to hear it out loud straight from the source right now.
“Unbutton my dress,” she tells me without hesitation.