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When he released her, he saw that smile on her lips and heard the faster pace of her heartbeat. Maybe she liked him back. He hoped she did. He hated that he had to go on the camping trip now. Bad timing.
“Listen, I’m headed to an area that doesn’t get a lot of reception, but I’ll text you when I can, okay?”
She nodded, looking uncertain. “It’s okay if you can’t. I understand.”
He wanted to pull her out of the car and kiss her. Fuck, he wanted his hands all over her body. He wanted to convince her that he was in it and wouldn’t just be ignoring her over the next couple of days on purpose. He wanted to reassure her that he liked her.
But she would run. He had a strong instinct that he had to move at her pace.
So, he told her goodnight, and to text him when she was home safely, closed the door for her, and stepped back to wave her off.
And oh, he hated it. Hated the sound of her engine, hated the way her headlights looked as she backed up, hated the distance she was putting between them.
She turned her car around and headed for the road that would lead her out of Rogue Pack territory.
He stepped behind her and shoved a hand in his pocket and waved with the other.
Her brake lights turned on, and her car came to a stop. The gears went into park, and her door opened.
Tabian’s heart kicked up to a pounding pace as he stepped forward. Maybe she forgot something.
Tru had put the hood of her hoodie up, but as she ran back to him, her flip flops clacking with every step, she shoved the hood back and then reached for him.
He grinned as her lips crashed onto his. He caught her and lifted her off the ground, hugged her ribs and grabbed her ass to steady her momentum. He angled his head more and pushed his tongue into her mouth just to taste her better. Fuck, she was perfect. Her lips were soft against his, but demanding, and he loved this.
She wanted him. He could tell and it brought his entire body to life.
Tru wrapped her legs around him and hugged his neck so tight as she kissed him, and nothing had ever felt like this. No kiss, and no amount of intimacy.
He gripped the back of her hair and tasted her all he wanted to. The wind was whipping her hair around, and it was perfect.
This kiss…was…perfect.
He slowed them down and she eased back, pecking him. Peck, peck, kiss, kiss. She unwrapped her legs and he settled her onto the ground.
“I’m shaking,” she whispered, searching his eyes. “I haven’t kissed anyone in a long time.”
“Good,” he said, a growl in his voice. She didn’t seem afraid of the grit to his tone, or how bright his eyes probably were right now.
She was just offering him this baffled smile as she looked into his eyes, and fuck, did she know what she was doing? She was tethering him to her. She was digging out the loyalty that had been buried inside of him and placing it in a protective web around her. Pretty little spider.
He leaned down and kissed her again. And again.
Her phone dinged in her car.
“I have to go,” she whispered.
He nodded but he kissed her again. And again.
She stood on her tiptoes and nipped at his neck. “I really have to go.”
“Woman, you go biting at my throat and I’m gonna take you inside for the best five minutes of your life,” he joked.
“Five minutes? That’s your selling point?”
“You have somewhere to be. I can be fast.”
She belted out a giggle and leaned up, kissed him again and then made her way to the car, got halfway there and turned back around. Kissed him again. This time when she tried to disconnect, he went with her, easing her back toward her car as he stayed on her, lips moving against each other, teasing her, tasting her. God she was something.
