Lying Hearts (Small Town Lies 1)

A low throb between my legs started to build when I thought of Easton kissing me. My breath hitched, and my nipples beaded to tight points, and the vibrations in the car made me bite back a moan when I thought of him sliding his hand down the front of my pants.

My imagination was clearly getting away from me because before I knew it, I was turning into the hospital. The bottom of the car ground against the dip before the road turned into the parking lot. My heart was hammering hard. I could hardly breathe. A month ago, if someone told me I’d be picking up Easton from the hospital, I would have laughed in their face and told them to take a hike or quit drinking.

Yet here I was, itching for a fix that only the sight of Easton could give me. I pulled into a parking spot, leaned my head against the seat, and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. I just needed to get a hold of myself before seeing him.

A knock on the window made me jump, and my arm hit the horn, sending the annoying honk into the air. For the second time today, my hand was against my heart. If the day kept going on like this, my heart would explode. I narrowed my eyes at Easton outside the window and opened the door, the handle giving a soft click of release. “Jesus, Easton. You took ten years off my life. Don’t do that!” I scolded him, but he had a cute grin on his face that made that damn dimple in his chin more pronounced, and I couldn’t stay mad at him. His dark hair grew the few weeks he was in the hospital, along with his beard, and he looked like a sexy lumberjack. My eyes soared over his body, taking in the worn blue jeans that cupped his thighs.

Okay, I wasn’t looking at his thighs.

The jeans cupped his bulge perfectly. I could see the outline of his thick shaft. It laid to the left and down his thigh.

I swallowed, and I yelped when it jerked in his pants.

He chuckled.

Oh my god, he caught me.

My face heated to a dangerous level, and I glanced to the ground, kicking a rock that wasn’t there. God, I was so embarrassed, but he had to have known what he was doing when he wore jeans like that! No woman had control.

And there was that pulse between my legs again.

The want, the lust, the yearning, all of it was happening too fast. We needed to go slow. I needed to trust him again.

His fingers slid up my neck, and I shivered, the soft scratches of his callouses rocked my core. Easton tilted my head up and took a step to invade my space. All I could smell was him. He didn’t smell like the hospital. He smelled like a plain bar of soap and deodorant that had a certain spice to it. It nearly made me dizzy.

This definitely wasn’t the boy that used to smell like mud.

This was a man.

My eyes met his, and his blue eyes dropped to my mouth before his tongue flicked out and wet his bottom lip. “I love it when you look at me like that, Moon. Nothing makes me happier than to know you like what you see because I like what I see,” he said. I waited for the doubt, the small voice in the back of my head to rear up and scream at me that he was lying, that he was a liar, but all I saw when I looked into those eyes was honesty.

“You’re so beautiful, Luna. You always have been.” He admired me from head to toe, and his hand drifted across my cheek, robbing me of breath as he tugged on one of my curls, watching it spring back into place.

Now that was something he did when we were kids. He always loved my hair.

“I’ve always loved your hair,” he said, taking the words right out of my thoughts.

“Easton,” I said his name, but I had no idea what I wanted to say. I wanted to warn myself away but tug him close. And the feelings I had for him were winning out.

My love stopped hating him the moment I saw him again; I just didn’t want to admit it. Now here we were, his body pressed against mine and my back against the car. He was so close. He was everywhere. I felt his chest against mine, his stomach flexing as he moved closer, but his broken arm put a few inches between us.

It wasn’t enough to stop him from leaning in, his good hand cupped my face, and he was breathing just as fast as I was.

It was dangerous.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Luna Nightingale, like I should have done all those years ago.”

“I’m not kissing you at the hospital, Easton,” my vibrato surprised me.

He tilted those damn lips as he closed in another inch. “It’s a good thing we aren’t at the hospital. We’re in the parking lot.”

“That’s not—” but I didn’t get to say another word.

His mouth was on mine, silencing me from forming any other thought I might have had. It took me a minute to realize what was happening before I finally relaxed and wrapped my arms around his waist to pull myself closer to him. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, but I didn’t want to hurt him.

The kiss, it wasn’t what I thought it would be. I thought it would be fervent, hot, needy, and desperate.

Easton didn’t rush. He took his time kissing me, exploring my lips with his. His movements were slow, languid, precise, and he groaned into my mouth when I met his tongue with mine. He changed the position of the kiss, tilted his head to the other side, and then nibble my bottom lip.