“No, but now I’m wishing it was.” His smirk is loaded with promise. “I didn’t want you guessing where I’m taking you next.”
“Is that all?” I say, the disappointment evident in my voice. “Well, I still expect a kiss.”
He looks at me for two wildly hot seconds, before his fingers brush against my hair, tying the bandana snugly enough to block my vision but not uncomfortable.
“As you wish,” he whispers, just likeourmovie. Then hishands cradle my face and he kisses me—slow and deep and thorough enough to make my toes curl.
Blood whooshes in my ears. “I thought you said this wasn’t a sexy kissing game?”
“I’m giving you everything you want tonight,” he says tracing a thumb over my bottom lip. “You want sexy blindfolded kissing? I’m all in.”
Then he leaves another long, lingering kiss where his thumb had been, and now I’m burning alive.
I am in so much trouble.
He starts the engine and begins to drive, only to stop again before we’ve left the parking lot.
“Why aren’t we going anywhere?”
That’s when I feel him reaching across me for the seat belt. His arm brushes my body, his hand grazes my hip, and then he clicks the buckle into place. “I want you to be safe, Rossi. In case you make me swerve off the road again.”
“Oh, I knowa lotof ways to distract the driver.”
He places a hand on my knee. “I don’t doubt that for a second.” I can hear the smile in his voice as we continue to our mystery destination.
There are definite perks to this blindfold game.
When the SUV finally parks, I reach for the bandanna, but he catches my hand. “Not yet.”
The door opens, and he takes my hand as I climb out. “No peeking either, Rossi.”
His hands find my waist, guiding me forward over uneven ground. Our walk seems to take forever before his hands settle at my hips, gently turning me toward him.
“You get three guesses where we are. For every wrong answer, I get a kiss.”
“Is that how it works?” I laugh.
“Absolutely.”
I can hear the sound of waves close by. “Okay. Are we at the public beach?”
“Nope. Wrong answer,” he says. “Pay up.”
He guides my face to his and I press an intentionally quick kiss to his mouth, just enough to leave him wanting more.
Who am I kidding?I want more too.
“Second guess,” he prompts.
“The pier?”
“Wrong again. You know the rules, Rossi.”
“If I must,” I say with a dramatic sigh. I rise onto my tiptoes and kiss him again, longer this time, while my palm rests against his racing heart.
“One more try, Rossi,” he teases.
“This is so unfair,” I say, dragging it out.