Game Changer (The Field Party)

“Go away,” I said, not masking my annoyance.

“Who you got up there? You didn’t invite me and Tallulah. We could have doubled.” He sounded amused. We never doubled at the fucking drive-in.

“No shit,” I replied.

“Hey, Ezmita!” he exclaimed as she turned to look in his direction. “Boy, am I glad it’s you up there. Y’all please carry on. Enjoy the movie,” he said, then laughed at his own joke before heading back toward his vehicle.

“Sorry about that,” I said close to her ear.

She was looking at the movie screen now, and the flush on her cheeks from our heated kissing was still there. I liked that. “It’s okay. We probably needed it.”

I disagreed but nodded anyway. She settled back against my chest again, and I wrapped both arms around her this time. The movie had already begun, but I didn’t care about what was happening on the screen. I just cared about who was in my arms and tried to figure out why she felt better than any of the others.

You’re a Relationship Girl CHAPTER 20

EZMITA

Breathing was difficult. I was doing my best, though. This was new. Nothing like what I had experienced with Brett. It made me light-headed and weak. Everything was so surreal. I was in the back of Asa Griffith’s truck, sitting between his legs, and his arms were wrapped around me.

The movie was going on in front of me, but I had no clue what was happening. I stared at it in order to focus… on breathing. Just when I thought I might be calming down, Asa lowered his head until his mouth was close enough to my ear that I felt his breath.

“You okay?” he asked, causing me to shiver.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered back.

“It’s not cold out here,” he replied, and it took me a moment to realize he was referring to my shiver.

“I know,” I said simply.

He barely pressed his face against the side of my head, and then his fingers caressed my arm. I trembled a little this time. Dangit.

A low, deep chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Just checking,” he told me.

“Checking what?” I asked breathlessly. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to turn around and go back to what we had been doing before Nash interrupted.

“To see if it was me that made you shiver,” he replied.

I inhaled deeply, then managed an “Oh,” but that was all I could say.

He continued to run his fingertips over my bare arm, and each touch felt like a tiny jolt of electricity. Was this normal?

“You keep making those little sounds, and we are going to piss off everyone else by driving out of here in the middle of the movie.” His voice was low and deep.

I hadn’t realized I was making any noises. My face flushed hot from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, closing my eyes tightly. I had to get a grip on myself.

Asa’s hands went to my waist then, and he turned me around until he could see my face. My chest was halfway pressing against his, and my legs were now lying over his straightened-out left leg. I didn’t want to look up at him because I was sure even in the dark he could see my red face. He slid a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Why are you sorry? For making me crazy? Because I’m not sorry. I’m enjoying every damn minute of it.”

My eyes widened, and he muttered something under his breath that sounded like several curse words before his lips were on mine again. One of my hands slipped up into his hair, and the other held on to his muscular arm as I let myself get lost again in the pleasure. Kissing Asa Griffith should come with a warning. It was addictive. It would cause girls to lose all caution and crave more. Even if I had been warned how amazing he was at this, I would have still done it. I don’t think a warning would have helped me.

Asa shifted his body and moved me down onto a pillow beside us, and then he was over me, continuing to kiss me. One of his hands roamed until it grabbed my left thigh and held on to it while the other one was holding his body up over mine. We weren’t pressed against each other, although the idea of that sounded wonderful.

I bent my knee up and slid an arm around his back and brazenly tried to pull him down closer to me. He eased down some but not enough. His arm was all that was holding him now, and if he’d shifted to the right a little more, I would’ve had all of him. He smelled amazing. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to smell him on me long after he had taken me home.