“Well, since I’m winning I’m moving on to the next hole.”
That comment earned her groans but not a single one made an inappropriate comeback.
I had to say I was impressed; I’d barely bitten mine back. Though I’d have the opportunity later when she slid between my sheets to whisper all the pent-up inappropriate thoughts I’d bottled up.
By the time Shiloh and I were in my truck heading back to my place, it was late. The mood was mellow but my thoughts were heavy. The night had gone great. Shiloh kicked ass and had fun rubbing it in at the end of the game. But she still didn’t get it. Which made no fucking sense. She dished it out, she had three older brothers who undoubtedly ribbed her, but when the guys reciprocated it was like she wasn’t sure if they were being mean or joking.
I couldn’t understand this.
It was bizarre the way she watched them.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” Shiloh broke the silence as I pulled into my driveway.
“It was a good time. Thanks for asking,” I told her.
I cut the engine and before I could ask her to come in she finally addressed what happened before we left my house.
“Earlier you kissed me.”
“That wasn’t a kiss, baby.”
“Um.” She pinched her lips and arched her brow. “Your mouth touched mine, you licked my lip, and our tongues touched. I think that’s the definition of a kiss.”
Fuck, she was cute.
“Nope. Not even close.”
“Okay, then what was it?”
“That was my way of ending a conversation.”
“I don’t remember what we were talking about,” she admitted.
“Exactly.”
“You’re a very weird man, Luke.”
“I’m not. What I am is a man who knows his limits. And you standing in my house looking at me like you wanted me to take you to my bed and show you how much you’d enjoy me bossing you around was pushing me to the brink.”
All of that was the truth. The part I left out was I’d been dying to get my mouth on hers. The problem was as soon as that happened, I knew I couldn’t kiss her the way I wanted or we would miss dinner and mini-golf. So I ended it before it began.
“So you kissed me?”
“Again, that wasn’t a kiss.”
“And again, it sure felt like one.”
I had nothing to say to that so I remained silent and so did Shiloh. And there we sat in my truck in the dark staring at each other—eyes locked, both of us willing the other to look away. She felt it the same as I did. I knew it by the way her lips parted. With each second that ticked by the air was growing thicker, the tension growing stronger. The safe thing would’ve been to get my ass out of the truck and walk her to her car. Yet I couldn’t find it in me to move and I was pleased as fuck she was right where I was—caught deep in a moment that felt so fucking right.
My eyes dropped to her mouth as the tip of Shiloh’s tongue wet her bottom lip.
That was when my self-control splintered.
But when she whispered, “What’s happening?” That was when it cracked.
“You know what’s happening.”
Our eyes met again and I wasn’t sure who moved first. Our mouths collided, my tongue surged in, hers met mine in a slow glide, and she moaned. My hands slid into her hair, gathering it as I went until I had two handfuls of sleek, shiny softness wrapped around my fists. Her hands went to my chest and they roamed.
Fuck. Yes.
I took the kiss deeper and groaned again. I did this until her hands turned frantic and started yanking at my shirt. I was not fucking her in my truck in my driveway.
With unholy effort, I broke the kiss. Her eyes slowly came open and she smiled.
“That’s a kiss,” she whispered against my lips.
“Yeah, baby, that’s a kiss.”
And it tasted like heaven. But I was keeping that part to myself.
“Are you gonna invite me inside?”
“No.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope. I’m gonna put you in your car and send you home.”
Shiloh stiffened and jerked her head back. I loosened my hands in her hair and moved them to her shoulders, not ready to stop touching her but needing someplace safe to put my hands. Not that there was really a safe place anywhere on her body but her shoulders would have to do.
“Why?”
“Because if you come inside I’ll be tempted to fuck you. Or I’ll be more tempted to fuck you.”
“I want—”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. I could not hear Shiloh tell me she wanted to fuck me. Not when my dick was hard and aching. Not after that kiss.
“Not yet,” I told her.
“I thought…never mind.”
She quickly righted herself in the seat, leaned forward, grabbed her purse from between her feet, and went for the door. She was out of the truck before I could stop her. I hopped out and met her at the hood of her car.
“Hey.” I tagged her hand and she twirled to face me.
“Listen, Luke, I get it. We’re…um…friends.”
Baby, you don’t know the meaning of friends.
“Yeah, Shiloh, we’re friends. But we’re also something else. And so all of this doesn’t get twisted and fucked we’re gonna take it slow.”
“Slow? You call us naked in my bathtub with your hand between my legs slow?”
She has no clue how damn slow that was.
“When what I really wanted was to have you naked, not in your tub but on your bed, yeah that’s slow. And when what I really wanted was my fingers in your pussy, not guiding yours but inside you, hell yeah that’s slow. But really what I wanted most was my face between your legs knowing when you came it was my tongue that got you there, not my words. Now, you coming into my house when both of us are feeling the way we’re feeling right now would not be smart. No lie, Shiloh, I’d have you stripped naked in two seconds and I’d be tasting more than your mouth.”
There wasn’t much light coming from the streetlamps, but there was still enough illumination I could see her blue irises had darkened.
“You didn’t like what we did?” she whispered.
“Fucking hell,” I growled.
I gave her hand a yank until we were chest to chest. Shiloh’s head tipped back and mine tipped down. When I had her attention I continued, “Baby, you were naked in my arms fingering yourself. Your ass was rubbing on my dick while you were working yourself up. I had your tit in my hand and I was toying with your nipple. If I liked it anymore I’d be dead. Just so you know, we’re doing that again, but next time we’re doing it where I can watch and I’ll be joining you.”
I felt Shiloh shiver and saw her eyes widen. Then I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t have pressed my luck. Stubborn mixed in with desire and she smiled.
“Then let’s do that now.”
“Shiloh—”
“I’m not on birth control,” she announced. “I don’t have a condom with me. We’ll take all of yours and throw them away or poke holes in them. That way even if we want to we can’t go further.”
She smiled and shrugged like she’d just solved all of our problems.