My hands moved from his shirt, up his neck, until I could grab ahold of the ends of his hair.
“Willow.” He panted my name against my lips and I nearly moaned again at how breathy he sounded.
“I need more.” I’d probably be ashamed of those words later, but at the moment I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me and I hoped to God he didn’t regret this later or I might die.
With a small growl, he obliged, and I squeaked when he grasped my hips and pulled me onto his lap.
My chest pressed against his and I couldn’t tell whether it was my heart or his that I felt beating so rapidly. Maybe it was both.
His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it from the messy ponytail I’d had it in.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, pressing more closely to me and nipping at my bottom lip.
My body hummed at his words. “Why didn’t you?” I kissed my way down his neck.
“Scared,” he replied, his eyes staring heatedly into mine.
I paused what I was doing and traced my fingers over his lips. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
“Scared?” I panted. “Why?”
“I thought you might not feel the same.”
My lips lifted into a crooked smile. “Silly, silly boy.”
Before he could respond I kissed him long and deep. Pulling away, I whispered in his ear, “I think I feel the same.”
“And what exactly is it you feel for me?” He asked, his eyes unsure as he held my hips.
“I feel like,” I ran the tip of my finger down his chest, “I really, really, really, like you as much more than a friend.”
He closed his eyes and breathed out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
He took my face in his hands once more and kissed me hard, like a man dying and he needed me for his last breath, which I was more than willing to give to him.
I never wanted this kiss to end.
I wanted this always.
Eventually, he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. “We probably shouldn’t be parked on the side of the road at this time of night. We might get rear-ended by a drunk.”
“Or a deer,” I added.
He chuckled and kissed the end of my nose. “Or a deer.”
He opened the car door and maneuvered me off of his lap onto the car seat.
“I’ll drive now.” He winked as he closed the door and jogged around to the other side.
The road was quiet and not a single car had passed since I freaked out and veered into the ditch.
Then again, I’d been so preoccupied with Dean’s lips that I probably wouldn’t have noticed if the President himself passed us.
Dean’s lips were pretty hypnotizing.
Dean eyed the clock on the dashboard and frowned. It was after midnight.
“All this time and still no hotel?” He questioned