Cara nodded before turning to Luke. “I’ve got him.” Sam glanced between them for a moment longer before she turned around taking Nick’s hand and walking out of Rudy’s, Nick guessing a different color of the rainbow with each step they took.
Cara took a step closer to Luke and then another until his knees brushed her thighs. She looked up at him from under the fringe of her dark lashes. Luke ran his palms down the length of his thighs resisting the urge to grab her waist and pull her between his legs and bury his face in her neck.
“How drunk are you?” She asked, taking her lower lip between her teeth.
“I’m sobering up.”
“Liar.” She said accusingly with a smile. “You ready to go home?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.
He was drowning in the depths of her eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to his truck, handing them to her. She took the keys and stepped back, allowing him room to get off the stool. He groaned slightly when he first stood and then composed himself and followed her out of the bar.
She glanced around the lot until she found his truck. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was following her, before reaching for his hand and pulling him alongside of her. They walked to the truck in silence and then she unlocked it and opened the passenger door for him. He sighed and climbed in, leaning his head against the headrest and closing his eyes. She leaned over him and pulled his seatbelt across his body. As she secured the buckle she felt his hand on her cheek. The seatbelt clicked into place and she lifted her gaze to meet his. He softly brushed her hair back, tucking the strands behind her ears. He lifted his other hand and cupped her face, cradling it in the palms of his hands as he stared at her.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He whispered huskily.
“Luke?” She said softly.
“I’m just looking at you, Cara.” He said defeated, but not willing to let go of her yet.
“No… that’s not it.” She shook her head slightly and then let out a heavy breath. “How drunk are you? Like on a scale from one to ten, ten being you won’t remember anything, five being a fifty-fifty shot you will, and one being the no chance in hell.”
“Five.” He said honestly.
“I really hope you remember.” She whispered before leaning in and pressing her lips softly against his. She kept her mouth still and looked into his eyes, seeing the surprise in them and watched as it was replaced by something else, something like want. She let her eyes drift closed and pressed her mouth firmly against his letting her lips become acquainted with the feel of his. His thumbs caressed her cheeks as his lips fused onto hers. She let her tongue slide out and run along his lower lip. His lips parted and she accepted the invitation, sliding her tongue over his. He tasted like liquor and the slightest hint of peppermint. Their tongues mingled for a moment exploring, testing the waters. For the first time in a long time something dormant in her sprung to life and she ran her fingers through his thick hair, pressing against the back of his head, holding his mouth to hers. She moaned into his mouth as his teeth nipped at her lower lip and he cocked his head to the side to get a better hold on her mouth. She pressed her mouth to his once, twice and again before she reluctantly pulled back. Her fingers still curled in his hair, her forehead resting against his. Her eyes remained closed as she took a much needed breath.
“I’ll never forget that.” He murmured, pulling back slightly to look at her. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. The look in his eyes feral yet guarded by something else, something she couldn’t pinpoint. There was one thing she was certain of though, as she stared at him, his lips swollen from her, she wouldn’t forget their kiss either.
Chapter Fifteen