I moved my free hand up to her nape and gripped her there, using it for leverage as I covered her lips with mine, taking the kiss I so desperately needed at that moment. I needed to feel her, to feel like I had everything from her I could. My tongue took wide, deep, swipes through her mouth, and she met me at every pass, giving me exactly what I was looking for: reassurance. I wasn’t in this alone. I could give and give and give, without having to worry that she wouldn’t give right back.
She let a moan slip into my mouth and it nearly undid me, and much like the first night we met at a viewpoint, I had to stop kissing her before I took it too far. I had to rein in my basic urges to push her onto the hood of our rental car and claim her right there, and instead I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and walked her to the passenger side of the car.
Before she climbed in she turned and went up on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth against my ear.
“One day, I’m going to get you to make love to me at a viewpoint.” She drew my earlobe into her mouth, biting gently, forcing my eyes to close as a wave of tremors rolled through my body.
“Fuck, Kalli, you can’t say shit like that and then expect me to walk away,” I said, gripping her waist and pushing her against the frame of the car. My mouth went directly for her neck, sucking on her delicate skin until I heard a gasp, then gently kissing the same spot.
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed. Her leg then came up and wrapped around my hip and I could feel the heat radiating out from between her legs through the thin fabric of her leggings. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing into her, showing her how turned on I was by her. She moaned again as I ground my erection against her, loving the way I could practically feel her melt against me.
“Are you wet?” I pressed against her again. “I bet if I reached into your panties you’d be drenched right now.” I said the words between nipping at her neck and sucking on it.
When we’d pulled into the viewpoint we’d been the only car there, but nothing was stopping anyone else from driving up. The thrill of someone coming upon us fucking each other against the car not only shot new, hot blood directly to my cock, but it also made my hackles rise. I didn’t want anyone else to see my Kalli while she was experiencing ecstasy—just me. I wanted to be the only one to give it to her and the only one to see her face as I did it.
Public sex was a thrill and sounded good in theory, but I knew I’d never forgive myself if we were ever caught. I hated to do it, but I pulled my mouth from the sensitive skin of her neck and looked her in the eyes as I gripped the back of her neck.
“I’d like nothing more than to take you right here, baby, but I’m not going to let anyone else see what’s mine. But when we get home, I’m gonna do all the dirty things running through my mind to you and make you sorry you teased me out here.”
She smiled and winked. “I’m not teasing. If you wanted me out here, I’d let you take me.”
A growl escaped me and I kissed her again, hard, but then I turned and walked away, adjusting myself as I crossed in front of the car. I climbed in and she had on a grin that was both infuriating and adorable. Her smile said she knew she’d gotten to me, knew I was seconds away from throwing out my reservations and taking her up against the side of a car in the middle of a parking lot on the side of a highway.
“You’re going to pay for that later,” I said, starting the engine.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said sweetly, still looking at her phone. “Okay, more questions.”
I rubbed my hand over my face, still trying to calm down and get rid of the pressure in my pants.
“What’s your favorite flower?”
Well, that’s one way to make an erection go away.
“My favorite flower?” I repeated, pulling back onto the highway and turning on my lights, as the sunlight was fading quickly.
“Yeah,” she replied, laughing.
“Babe, I don’t have a favorite flower.”
“Really?” She sounded sincere. “You don’t like any flower at all?”
I thought about her question a little harder because it seemed like it was weirdly important to her that I liked a particular flower. I searched through my memories, trying to come up with a time when I’d appreciated a flower at all. Suddenly, I had it.
“Okay, well, this is going to sound weird, but Pops’ mom lived in a retirement community after my granddad passed away. She had her own little manufactured home, but everyone who lived there was old. Anyway, she spent her days in her rose garden. Every time we visited, she would take Halah and I out in her backyard and show us all the different kinds of roses she had. There must have been twenty different kinds, at least. I was only a kid, and I wanted to be inside playing my Game Boy, but I do remember the way her backyard smelled of roses. And every time I smell that scent, I think of my grandma.”
“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” Kalli said, her voice high-pitched and sickly sweet.
“Hey, you asked. That’s the only opinion I have about flowers at all. Roses smell good.”
“It’s still cute. You’re adorable.”
Yep. Erection gone.
“Well, I love peonies,” she added.