Page 63 of More Than Chemical
He nodded while twisting the cap off the bottle, which he’d left in the bag.
“Here, ladies first.” He handed me the wine.
I took a sip. It tasted like the complete opposite of wine. “Is this Boone’s Farm?”
“What?” He grabbed it from me and took a gulp. “Ew, that’s way sweet.”
I took the bag back and lifted the bottle out to inspect the label. Arbor Mist. Same thing. “You don’t know much about wine, do you?”
“Not really. I just grabbed the first thing I saw in the cooler that didn’t have a cork. I probably should have done some research.”
I bumped his upper arm with mine. “What kind of engineer are you?”
He smiled. “One who likes beer.”
“Well, we can’t let it go to waste.” I took another mouthful.
Together, we cringed our way through the bottle. He told me about his preparation for the race that day. Our shared magic of being on the ice, whether it was a rink or an ice cross hill. I knew he was being genuine because while I might not be an expert on girly wine, I did know there wasn’t enough alcohol content in it to make us even the slightest bit drunk.
I shivered. Partly from the chill and partly from the cold liquid in my stomach. Dallas pulled the blanket around us, and I cuddled up against him. His warm breath thawed my nose and my cheeks. I looked up at him, and we kissed. He tasted sweet and fruity.
Soon, I was in his lap, the heat of him all around me, but the bulkiness of our jackets created an irritating barrier. I wanted to get closer to him, to feel my skin against his.
His lips found my forehead, and he tucked my head under his chin. “I think we should go. Being naked outside in January was not in my plans.”
The word “naked” made my throat burn. This was it. Our moment had come. I was going to get laid. I waited for my heart to go into a frenzy with nerves, but it didn’t. Dallas was right, sex should come naturally. Not be preplanned.
He set up the sled with the blanket and the bottle and climbed in, leaving space for me between his legs. I tugged on the ends of my hair and secured my hat in place. This might be just the opportunity I needed to make sure I’d get what I wanted this time.
I stepped in, lifted my jacket, and sat down, then shimmied up against his crotch. Just enough pressure for him to notice, not enough to hurt.
“Hey,” he whispered into my ear.
There was nothing he could do about it. His hands were grounded in the snow, keeping us steady and in position to head down the hill.
I did it again, rubbed my ass against him, right where it would count. And then I felt it. His growing need pressing against the seam of my jeans.
“Fuck.” He let go, and we started flying down the hill.
I laughed, the cold wind burning my face.
The sled pulled a bit right. Then so much it started to turn. Dallas was trying to redirect it, but before I knew it, the sled leaned so hard it dumped us right out. I skidded to a stop, my cheek dragging against the icy snow. The sled was now turned backward and going down the hill all by itself. I turned over, wiped the cold water from my face, and found Dallas spread-eagled on the hill, staring up at the sky.
I crawled over to him and sat beside him on my knees. “Are you okay?”
He turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes. “I’m going to get you back for that.”
I smiled so hard the muscles in my face hurt.
He scrambled up, and I took off, screaming, trying my best to plow through the knee-deep snow back to the car. He grabbed me from behind, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back being kissed so thoroughly, the world faded from existence. His silky tongue, the heaviness of him on me… He didn’t even have to touch me; I wanted him.
I tried to wrap my legs around him, but it was awkward and impossible with our boots.
We stopped kissing, and he arranged my hair, his gaze brushing across my entire face. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay.” But I didn’t move.
“I mean right now.” He pulled me up.
