Desire was trilling through Sunny like the high notes from a flute. “We’re missing the movie.”
“We were the only ones watching it anyway. Everybody else is way ahead of us.”
“But they’re kids, and we’re adults.”
“Yeah, and you know what they say about consenting adults.”
He curved his hand around the back of her neck and drew her close for his kiss. Her lips were pliant beneath his. His ardor sparked hers, and the spontaneous combustion was explosive. Sunny melted against him, crooking her arm around his neck, loving the feel of his hair against the inside of her elbow.
Ty ducked his head and nuzzled her cleavage. “You put perfume here tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Wonderful.”
He kissed the upper swell of her breast. Sweetly. Sunny held her breath. She clasped his head tightly, burying her fingers in his thick hair, wanting to feel his warm, damp mouth on the raised center of her breast.
Instead he took it between his fingers, pinching it lightly, raising it even more, rubbing the very, very tip of it with the pad of his thumb.
“I want to kiss you right here.” Sunny moaned at his erotic words. “I bet the lace would feel scratchy against my tongue.” Her head fell back in a silent plea that he put action to words. “I want to make you wet.” Through her skirt, he squeezed a handful of her thigh.
Shocked but thrilled, Sunny stared into his face. Her hands were now on his shoulders. She felt the tremors chasing each other through his body. They matched her own. Speechlessly, she nodded.
Issuing a deep groan, Ty buried his face in the hollow of her throat. “I’m so hard I hurt. I’ve been hard since the first time I saw you eating that chocolate-covered strawberry.”
With a sudden movement that bordered on being ferocious, he raised his head again and cupped her face between his palms. Alternating his thumbs, he rubbed them across her dewy lips. “Your mouth is delectable. I was fascinated by it when I saw your lips closing around that strawberry. And I wanted you to be ...” He shook his head as though to clear it and laughed dryly. “What I wanted you to do, I would have to arrest you for. It’s still illegal around here.” Her stunned expression won a naughty grin from him. “For now we’ll put that marvelous mouth to use doing something else.”
He lowered his head to kiss her again. But they were interrupted.
“Sheriff Beaumont? Uh, Sheriff? ’Xcuse me, sir.”
Ty whipped his head around toward the driver’s window, where someone was pecking on the glass. The man flinched and backed away from Ty’s fierce, Viking glare.
“I, uh, I hate to bother you like this, Sheriff.”
“I’m off duty, Wade.”
“I know that, sir, and I hate like hell to bother you, what with your lady and all ...” He dipped his head so he could see Sunny. “A thousand pardons, ma’am.”
Sunny, who had hastily and clumsily rebuttoned her blouse, was grateful that the darkness hid her tousled hair, her flaming cheeks, and her wrinkled skirt.
“What do you need, Wade?”
“Well, sir, it’s sorta an emergency, I guess. If it wasn’t, swear to God, I wouldn’t bother you.”
“Get to the point,” Ty barked in a harsh, businesslike manner.
“It’s Sally, Sheriff. She, uh, well, she ...”
“What?”
“She’s in labor.”
“Labor!” Ty and Sunny chorused.
“Uh-huh, sir. When I got in from work she told me that she’d been feelin’ poorly all day. I figured a picture show might perk her up some. So we—”
Ty was already in motion. He reached beneath his seat and produced a magnetized, battery-operated, rotating red light, which he set on the roof of his car. Reaching around Wade, he replaced the drive-in’s speaker on its post and said to the young man, “Meet me at the exit gate. I’ll escort you to the hospital.”