He glanced at me then waved to a couple who climbed from their car to get in line.
“I’m sure the reverend had something just like this in mind. Rated-G and chaperoned.” He tipped his head to a family with two little kids getting in line.
“Not you?” I asked, licking a drip from the rim of the cone.
His dark eyes followed the motion, and he cleared his throat.
“I like a good cone, but I like the taste of other things I can lick with my mouth and tongue even more.”
Holy shit.
He dropped that word porn like a sexy bomb and went back to licking his soft serve and taking bites out of that sugar cone. I’d never thought I’d be jealous of ice cream before.
When I just stared at him, letting my soft serve melt—and my pussy drip—he looked to me. It was full dark now, but while the parking lot was well lit, deep shadows were cast across Sawyer’s face. I couldn’t miss his slow smirk, the way he knew his banter had hit its mark: my pussy.
I shouldn’t be getting involved with this guy. He was too… everything. Irene and Sarah Jane both agreed. He was also too hard to resist. I should be pushing him away, but I wanted this. Whatever this was. I wasn’t looking for a guy to take over my life. To be my life. I just wanted a little sex with the hottest cowboy around. Was there anything wrong with that?
When my mind and my pussy came to the same answer—no—I grinned. Two could play his game, and I wanted in. He was testing me to gauge my interest, to see how far I’d go on this first not-date. He wanted me. That kiss had been proof. And the innuendo? Wow.
The choice was mine to make how this night happened. I could switch topics and talk about the weather or any number of non-sexy topics, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
The second he’d walked up to the playground the other day, I’d been attracted. Wanted. Perhaps that was why I’d been so angry when I thought he was married. It had scared the shit out of me that I’d felt like that, petrified I really was the kind of woman I refused to be.
He wasn’t married. Besides his word, in a town as small as The Bend, he couldn’t get on stage and be auctioned off as a bachelor if he wasn’t one. Not when a minister was the fudging MC. No, Sawyer Manning was single. He’d been into me the other day and was into me now. Why, after I’d kneed him in the balls, I had no idea.
These feelings weren’t anything more than that… feelings.
And the interest was very mutual.
“Yeah, me too,” I countered. “I like to lick just the tip, but then make sure I swirl my tongue around the whole thing.”
His gaze whipped to mine, and his smile dropped away completely. He took off his hat, ran a hand over his dark hair, then tucked it back on his head. I’d totally surprised him, and I bit back a smile.
He cleared his throat, and the corner of his mouth tipped up. “I imagine you’re very diligent with your cone licking.”
I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, even though I wanted to climb him like a tree. “I mean, I think it’s important to pay attention to the entire cone,” I added. “It’s most enjoyable that way.”
His eyes flared with heat. A nerve ticked in his jaw. Yeah, I couldn’t miss that.
“We shouldn’t just talk about my cone.” He tipped his head in my direction. “What about your cone? I’d love to get your cone to melt because I want to find out how much it drips,” he said, his voice an octave deeper than before.
Oh. My. God. My own cone—and not the one in my hand—sure as shit was dripping now.
“It’s important to lick it everywhere,” he said, leaning closer, his voice going quieter. “Even the rim of the cone. Eventually to dip inside.”
My mouth hung open as I stared at him, imagining it all. My pussy clenched, wanting some of that licking.
I wasn’t sure if I shifted closer or if he had, but now his warm breath fanned my neck. “Kelsey, I want to lick your cone. See how much I’ve made you melt and drip. Will you let me?”
I whimpered, then nodded. “What about you?”
“If you lick my cone now, it’ll melt way too fucking fast for fun. I told you earlier you’d know when I took you to my bed. It’s now. I just need to hear the words that you want to be there, sugar.”
He was as primed as me. If we weren’t in a parking lot filled with teenagers and families getting a Friday night treat, I’d have let him take me in the back of his pickup. Right here. Right fucking now.
I squirmed and said, “Yes.”
5
SAWYER
I tucked Kelsey back into the truck at hard-dick speed, and we’d turned out of the lot before I even processed more than must get in Kelsey now.
At the four-way stop in the center of town, my dick let my brain think for a second. “I don’t even know where the fuck I’m going,” I admitted. “The ranch is ten miles out of town.”
I met Kelsey’s green eyes, saw the heat and haste in them.
“Your place?” I asked. I hoped she lived nearby because my bed was too fucking far away.
“Um… the preschool.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
She pointed to the right. “It’s two blocks that way. There’s a bed in the back room. No one’s there until Monday.”
She had me at two blocks away.
I flicked my blinker and headed in that direction and parked in one of the empty spots on the back side of the building. I hopped out, but Kelsey didn’t wait for me to help her down. For once, I didn’t give a shit because she had her key out and was opening the door by the time I caught up with her.
She didn’t reach for the light switch. Instead, she spun around and reached for me. Well, not reached. More like launched herself at me. I caught her with my hands on her ass, her legs coming around my waist and hooking at my back. Her hand came up and tipped my hat off.
I couldn’t help but grin at her eagerness.
This was where I’d first seen Kelsey, and I’d had dirty thoughts about what I wanted to do with her right from the start, but I’d never, ever thought about doing any of them at the preschool.
It was Friday night. After hours. There were no kids around. We could do whatever we wanted, and I wanted to do a whole hell of a lot. This was going to be fast and hard. Wild. I’d get her in my bed and take my time with her. Later.
Now, I kissed the hell out of her as I spun her around and pressed her into the wall. She was so fucking soft and warm, her sweet scent filling my head. She tasted like chocolate and vanilla. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped at just holding her in my arms.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she murmured then kissed me some more.
I smiled as she gripped the front of my shirt and held on tight.
“Sure,” I replied.
She was so small in comparison to me, so feminine. I rolled my hips once, rubbed my hard length against the very center of her. She tipped her head back and moaned, and I kissed down the line of her jaw and to her neck. Breathed her in. Licked the flavor from her skin. Rolled my hips again just so I could hear those sexy-as-fuck sounds she made.
Her hands went to my shirt, tugged the snaps open. Then her soft hands were roaming my chest and when a fingernail lightly brushed over my nipple, that was it. I was too far gone for her.