Page 87 of Truck You

I’m notthatdressed up.

I’m still wearing jeans. So what if they’re the nicest pair I own and so dark they almost pass as black dress pants? And is it really that big of a deal that I’m wearing a light blue dress shirt under my charcoal gray wool coat that Grams insists I wear to church on the Sundays I drag my ass out of bed and go?

I don’t think so because this is a date. You’re supposed to look nice on dates, right?

“Hi, Clara. Is Sophia ready?”

“Almost.” She waves me in. “I’ll go hunt down a vase while you wait.”

As soon as I shut the door behind me, Sophia descends the stairs. My throat tightens and my heart does that thing where it beats faster and harder and rings in my ears.Fuck. Just when I don’t think she can get more beautiful, she proves me wrong.

She’s stunning, wearing a deep red sweater dress with long sleeves and a mock turtleneck that somehow looks sexier than anything I’ve ever seen her in. Which is amazing since it covers more skin than it reveals.

It’s short, stopping high on her thighs. She paired her dress with black leggings and brown leather knee-high boots that are giving me all sorts of dirty ideas of what to do with her in nothing but those boots later tonight.

She’s curled her hair, and it lays in soft waves over one shoulder. Her red dress somehow makes her red hair look darker and her fair skin glows more than usual. Just when I don’t think my dick can get any more excited about the vision before me, my eyes fall on her luscious lips. The lips that she’s painted red to match her dress.

Is it wrong that all I want to do right now is see those red lips wrapped around my cock?

Yes, definitely yes.

“You’re … beautiful.” My voice cracks. I clear my throat and lean in and kiss her cheek.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks blush and my dick strains against the fabric of my jeans. I shift my hips, attempting to relieve some of the pressure, but it doesn’t work. “You look great too.” She reaches out and runs her finger along the lapel of my wool coat. “I didn’t know you owned anything this nice. I’ve only ever seen you in your racing jackets.”

I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “I can clean up nice.”

“I see that.” Her hand finds its way under my coat. The warmth of it through my dress shirt has my cock thickening even more. If this continues, tonight is going to be very interesting.

“Here. These are for you.” I hold the flowers up more as a distraction than anything. She doesn’t need to see that I can’t control my body around her. Tonight is about romance, not getting in her pants.

Although, I’m not opposed to getting in her pants before this night is over.

Plus, I need to make it up to her for being such an overly protective asshole all week. Sophia is a strong, smart woman. She knows her limits, and I need to learn to respect that about her.

Her face lights up when her eyes land on the flowers. “Oh, wow. They’re beautiful.”

She takes them, buries her nose in them, and then breathes in deep. Her eyes fall shut as if they’re the sweetest things she’s ever smelled. The bouquet is a mix of white, deep purple, and pale pink flowers with a lot of dark green leaves in between. I didn’t know what to get her. This was Amelia’s suggestion, and based on the look on Sophia’s face, they’re perfect. I’ll have to thank Amelia the next time I see her.

Sophia looks up at me and the look in her eyes sends a jolt of nerves through my body. I don’t think a woman has ever looked at me with so much awe before.

“I hope you like them,” I say, hoping that breaks the intensity of this moment.

“I do. They’re perfect. Let me go find a vase to put these in.”

“I’ve got you covered.” Clara picks this moment to interrupt. I can’t decide if I’m grateful or disappointed. There are way too many emotions passing between Sophia and me right now. Considering our date hasn’t even started yet, it’s probably best we dial it back a bit.

“Thanks.” Sophia hands the flowers to Clara. A look passes between them that makes me think they’re having a silent conversation. Have I impressed them both or does that look mean something else?

“I’ll set them on the dining table for now.” Clara smiles and gives us a wave as she retreats into the kitchen. “Have fun tonight.”

“Oh, we will,” I say before I reach for Sophia and pull her body flush against mine. I give her a chaste kiss before leaning in close to her neck and breathing in her scent. “You smell so good. Like flowers on a rainy day with a hint of strawberries.”

She sighs against me, her sweet breath tickling the skin above the collar of my shirt. “So do you. Are you wearing cologne?”

I chuckle and squeeze her tighter because I can’t help myself. She can never be too close to me. “Yes. Is that alright?”

When she looks up at me with that huge smile on her face that I love so much,I know. I don’t need to go out on a date with her to figure this out. My feelings for her are crystal clear. This woman is it for me.

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