Page 18 of Blurred Love

He points toward my apartment. “Wait before you invite me inside.”

Trying to be funny, I smile. “I’m sorry, what kind of woman do you think I am? I do not put out on the first date.”

He rears back embarrassed. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean?—”

I smack him playfully on the chest. “I’m just playing. Truth is, I was thinking of inviting you in because I want you too, Colter.”

”Fuck.” He groans.

I want to laugh, but I don’t. Instead, I ask him what’s been on my mind. “So I guess you’d like to go out again?”

He nods. “Yes.”

I reach for him at the same time he reaches for me. Our kiss gets hot and heavy, and I’m whimpering at the masterful way he kisses me. My whole body ignites just from his kiss, and I can just imagine how good it would be if we did more. A guttural groan leaves me before I can stop it, and he jerks away worriedly. “Are you okay?”

I’m too much in awe to play it cool. I smack him on the chest. “You’re too good at this.”

We’re both panting, and his hands are cupping my face while he searches my eyes. “I could say the same to you, honey.”

I shake my head. “Uh-uh. No way. Those lips are lethal, Colter.”

He releases me, and that’s the last thing I wanted him to do. He grips the console. “Raise up, honey.”

I’m practically lying on the console between us, and when I move back, he lifts it, opening the space between us. “Come over here.”

His voice is deep and thick with emotion. I look around the parking lot. Anyone can see us, but I don’t care because there’s no way I’m saying no to him.

I lean toward him to get closer, but he has something else in mind. He pulls me to his side of the truck and maneuvers me until I’m straddling him.

I gasp as I lean against him.

His hands go to my hips, and he pulls me snug against his body. Even with jeans on, I can feel the bulge between his thighs pressed against my core.

“This okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

As soon as I say the word, his mouth is on me. He ravages my lips, and our tongues meet in a dueling battle that makes me want to completely submit to him.

He moans and leans his head back on the seat. His fingers are digging into my hips, and it’s then I realize that I’ve been grinding into him.

Embarrassed, I try to pull away, but he holds me to him. “Don’t,” he demands.

I press my forehead to his neck, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

His hands go from my waist to my back, and then he’s cupping my ass, pulling me closer against him. “Argh!” he mutters, and I feel his whole body tremble.

“We can just go inside,” I plead with him.

My whole body is on fire, and I should be ashamed at how much I want him.

He’s quiet now, and I bring my hands up to touch him, but he’s quicker than me and grabs both my hands in his. “I’m barely hanging on here, Poppy, and if you touch me, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

I groan. “I want you too. Can we just go inside?”

I lift my head to look at him, and it’s obvious he’s tempted. He wants to say yes, but something is holding him back. He looks almost tortured. “I won’t rush you.”

I’m about to argue with him, but he stops me. “I want you to think about this, Poppy. If the next time we go out, you still want me?—”

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