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She pulls up beside the ordering speaker, and we’re greeted by a perky voice. “Top of the mornin’, I’ll be with you in a moment.”
I attempt to read the menu through her window, but I can barely make out the words. I unbuckle my belt and use the center console for leverage so I can lean closer.
Which also means I’m forced to thrust myself into her space.
The car rocks as she jabs the brake.
“Sorry, foot slipped,” she mutters. “Should I just read you the menu so you can sit back down?”
“This is much faster.” I scan the Lass and Lad’s Irish-themed offerings, looking for the normal coffee orders amid all the leprechaun shit.
But the longer I hover here, the more I breathe in the delicate, sweet smell of her that’s slowly becoming a comfort and a vice. Sunlight streams through her windshield, illuminating her glowing skin.
We both got carried away last night, and I know it can’t happen again, but that doesn’t dull the impulse to get close to her.
Which is exactly why we shouldn’t spend time together.
My brain tunes in to the sound of her sigh instead of the words I’m trying to read.
“Can you please pick something?”Annoyance has crept into her tone.
I get it. I’m annoyed with me too, for wanting what I can’t have.
“I don’t have a go-to order at these kinds of places.” I tilt my head her way, and fuck, do I instantly regret that.
She’s right there. It’s a clear-frames glasses day, and her hair is in two cute braids.
Her full lips are bare. No gloss, no lipstick, just a shade of naked pink that makes it hard for me to remember why I said no more of this.
“Get any closer and we could Lady and the Tramp a stick of gum.” She tries to sass me with that, but her eyes are on my mouth and her voice has lost its heat.
It’s been less than an hour and I’m already tempted to do something stupid.
I should clear the air right now, before that happens. “Last night was…”
Those sea glass eyes snap up. “It was what?”
Risky.
A bad idea.
Like I was finally awake after years of being asleep.
My fingers find one of her soft, thick braids. I stroke it with my thumb as I lean in and steal her mouth.
The car lurches forward again, and she stomps the brake.
I rear back, dazed. “I’m sorry.”
She shifts into park and winds her fingers in my hair, her gaze flitting between my eyes and lips. I cup her cheek and close the distance between us again.
There aren’t enough words for her lips. She uses only enough tongue to tease me, a tentative swirl. Her thumb lightly massages my cheek in a way that’s both soothing and sexy, a suggestion of how she’d dig in if she got her hands on me. We tilt our heads just right to take it deeper, and shit, I’d give anything to unbuckle us both right now so I could pull her closer. Maybe all the way across the center console.
“Sorry for the delay. Ready when you are!” says the disembodied purveyor of coffee.
I pull back panting.
“Go ahead and order first,” she murmurs, wild eyed.