Page 28 of Run, Little Bunny

I want him.

“When are you going to kiss me again?” I whisper.

“Outside.”

Is he telling me to go outside?Or is he saying it will happen when we leave? He stands, and I flash him a nervous look.

“Don’t you want to go to dinner?” The chuckle that follows. He’s so amused with himself. I shake my head but can’t hold back the smirk on my face.

“Anna,” Sarah says, getting my attention as I grab for my painting. “Leave it here. I’ll spray them all with a varnish and you can grab them whenever.”

I feel Chad’s presence behind me and then a hand on my ass.

“Thanks!” I manage, blushing as he squeezes it.

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She’s such a little flirt. I don’t think she realizes how much she’s teasing me. I will blindfold her, spank her, and give her everything she wants—but I’m not saying that now, and definitely not here. Squeezing her ass, I remind myself we still have dinner.

Hovering behind Anna, I lean down so my lips are at her ear. “You’re killing me,” I breathe. “But you need to be a good girl until we get to dinner.”

Her nervous giggle is priceless. Holding her hand, we walk out of Main Street Makers Studio. I’m not escalating this right now, even though I want to. She’s holding my arm with her other hand, nuzzling into me as we walk. I kiss the top of her head, feeling so happy with how the first part of our date went.

As I reach for the door handle to open it for her, she grabs my hand, pulling it behind her waist. “I want to kiss you,” she says, looking up at me.

Say less.I lean down, kissing her, and she releases my hands, wrapping hers around my neck. The connection between us is impossible to ignore, and this kiss is quickly escalating. My hands squeeze her ass as her tongue crosses mine—she has such a great ass. Anna arches into me. I slide my handsunder her denim jacket and squeeze her sides, loving the feel of her exposed skin. Pressing her against my truck, we’re full-on making out on Main Street, and I don’t care. I don’t want to stop. She pulls my hair and—fuck, we might need to stop. This could get out of hand quicker than it has. Patience. There’s a time and a place.

“We need to eat,” I say, barely breaking our kiss.

“No.”

I laugh, gently wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling back to meet her eyes. “We need to eat, little bunny.”

Her blue eyes give me a sad, puppy-dog look. She wants to keep going, and I do too. But not now.

“Get in the truck,” I say, releasing her neck and opening the door for her. As soon as she’s in, I jog around to my side, smiling. I climb in and shut the door, then lean over, resting my hand on her thigh. “Are you going to be able to keep your hands off me at dinner?”

She raises an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. “Are you?”

“Probably not.” I move in closer, my lips grazing her neck. She shivers under my touch, and I pull back enough to meet her eyes.

“Do you know what I really want right now?” she asks, and I’m ready to give her anything.

“What?”

“A greasy cheeseburger.”

I lean back in my seat contemplating what we should do. “I was thinking about taking you somewhere nicer, but eating burgers in the truck and making out sounds like a better idea.”

“I agree.”

Her smile, her face—I’m obsessed. “Come here.” Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her into me. Kissing her deep, I still can’t believe all of this started because of me being Buttonsthe Bunny. Pulling back, I rub my thumb along her jaw. “So beautiful. Let’s go eat. I can’t have you starving on my watch.”

I start the truck and pull out onto the road, playing with her fingers as we drive. The flirty looks we exchange—I want Anna. More than the sex that’s bound to be life changing, I want her to be mine.

She points to a drive-thru, and I pull in. Once we’ve ordered and grabbed our food, I park the truck in the lot. The smell of fries and burgers fills the cab. I pull a fry from the bag and hold it out to her. “Open.”

She parts her lips enough for me to pop the fry into her mouth. “So sexy.” I watch her chew, my mind wandering to less innocent places. I lean in for a quick kiss before she hands me a fry in return.

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