“Nah. Only the ones that I’m married to.”
She taps the tip of my nose with her index finger. “Smooth, Summers.”
I open one of the doors and pat the seat. “Climb on up.”
“Really?” She starts bouncing on her feet in excitement.
Fuck, she’s adorable. “Go for it.”
I give her a little boost as she steps into the driver’s side of the truck. I may or may not purposely graze her ass in the process.
Charlee looks down at me over her shoulder. “If you wanted to grab my ass, Drew, there’s no need to be so sneaky about it.”
I spread my arms and lean against the doorframe. I don’t miss the way her eyes automatically land on my biceps. “Is that so?”
She makes a show of stretching her body, leaning between the two front seats to look behind them. In the process, said ass taunts me in little cutoff denim shorts. My hands tighten into fists to avoid grabbing those luscious round cheeks.
You’re no fun, my dick says.
Stay out of this, I scold. You’ve gotten us into enough trouble with this girl.
“What’d you want to talk about, Charlee?”
She runs her finger over my turnout coat, tracing the name patch. We keep our protective gear in the truck so we can put it on at a moment’s notice. “You drive this thing?”
“That’s usually what the driver engineer does,” I say and wink.
“This is hot. Can I try it on?”
I groan. I literally cannot tell you how many fantasies I’ve had with Charlee wearing nothing but that coat. “Sure. But it might be easier if you step out of the truck.”
She hops out of the truck and looks up at me expectantly. I reach over her head, pull the coat off the back of the seat, and wrap it around her shoulders.
Charlee threads her arms through the sleeves and holds them out in a T-position. “Damn, this thing is heavy.”
How is it possible for someone to look so cute and so unbelievably sexy at the same time? The black and yellow reflective coat practically swallows her small frame. Only the lower half of her legs are visible but my dick is acting like she’s buck naked.
You could make the nakedness happen, he suggests.
Ignoring the persistent asshole in my pants, I nod to my pack on the floor. “That thing adds about another fifty pounds.”
“I guess it’s a good thing you’re built like the Hulk then, huh?”
“I wouldn’t go quite that far but strength training definitely helps me in the field.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something?”
“Right.” She steps onto the running board and faces me. At this height, we’re almost eye-to-eye. “I’ve been doing some thinking about you and me.”
I finger the collar of my coat, brushing against her delicate neck. “What about you and me?”
Charlee leans into my hand. “I think we should try dating.”
I bark out a laugh. “Aren’t we a little past that point, honey?”
“Not really,” she shrugs. “Considering we never actually dated prior to getting married, I think this is perfectly reasonable.”
I link my fingers behind her back. I can’t seem to help myself and Charlee isn’t protesting in the least. “It’s not like we haven’t spent time together. We met last fall. It’s been like, ten months.”
“True.” She lifts her hand and combs her fingers through the perennial scruff on my jaw. “But until Vegas, we’ve never spent any time alone together. We don’t know much about each other.”