Page 91 of Mountain Daddy
Not even a minute later, I hear his tires on the driveway.
I start down the stairs and walk up to his passenger door as he slows to a stop in front of the house.
Through the window, I can see him reach for his seat belt like he’s going to get out to open the door for me, but I grab the handle before he can do any of that.
“You should’ve waited for me,” he says as soon as my door is open, his eyes jumping all over me, taking in my torn jeans and light blue tank top.
I climb into the truck. “I could’ve waited.” I don’t sit on the seat—I kneel on it. Leaning over the console, I place my hands on his shoulders. “But then I wouldn’t be doing this.”
Luther doesn’t wait for me to reach him. He grips my waist and leans into me, pressing his mouth to mine.
His lips are warm.
And god, I missed him.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
He glides his hands up my sides until his thumbs press against the underside of my breasts.
We breathe each other in.
And it feels like it does every time.
It feels like the first time.
Feels like we’ve been doing this for years.
Like the best thing ever.
It feels like it will hurt when it’s over.
“What if it ends badly?”
“It won’t.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Baby Doll.”
Chapter 52
Luther
Kendra sighsagainst my lips as she pulls her mouth away from mine.
“Hi, Baby Doll.”
“Hi, Luther.”
I love the way she says my name.
“You look nice.” I run a hand down her back.
It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about what my favorite color is. But if someone were to ask me now, my answer would be blue. Any shade. Or maybe periwinkle, since she’s still wearing it on her fingernails.
“Thank you.” Kendra leans back, putting space between us, dragging her hands over my shoulders and down my chest as she does. “I like your shirt.”
I release her sides and place my hands over hers, warming her fingers as I hold her hands against my body. “I thought you might.” I was absolutely thinking of her while I pulled this pale blue flannel off its hanger.
