His gaze turned to me as he started the truck up and started to ease out of the parking space in front of my apartment.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t willing to take you there,” he said.
I grinned.
“Do you like bagels?” I asked.
“I like bagels,” he confirmed. “Though I try to stay away from them because they’re high in carbs, and low in nutritional value. I do cheat once upon a blue moon, though.”
I grinned. “What about a red moon? Because I heard that we’re supposed to have one tonight.”
He chuckled softly underneath his breath. “I guess that means I can have a bagel. I mean, a red moon? Now, about that walking thing. Why do you do it in your parents’ neighborhood, and not your own?” he wondered.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You were literally just giving me shit for my apartment’s location the day before yesterday. And you ask me why I’m not willing to walk in the neighborhood that it’s located in?”
“Touché,” he said. “You could always walk in my neighborhood.”
My brows rose. “I think that I have to be invited to do that.”
He tilted his head and gave me a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.
“You’re invited,” he said. “Anytime.”
My lips turned up into a small smile.
“Where do you live?” I asked. “With all the other SWAT team?”
“Yep,” he said. “I live in the duplex right at the entrance.”
I pictured the one under question and nearly slapped my hand onto my forehead.
“I’ve seen your truck there before,” I said, snapping my fingers.
He flashed me a grin and then continued to drive.
And, true to his word, when we got to Longview he pulled into Panera and ordered me exactly what I wanted.
We ate in his truck as we motored down the loop and headed out of town.
“So where exactly are we going?” I asked, licking my fingers free of cream cheese.
He watched, his eyes focused on me more than the road, causing me to snicker.
He looked away and shifted in his seat, which was when I allowed my eyes to wander down to his crotch.
Today he was in jeans and a t-shirt, and both fit him really well. Which meant his jeans were tight enough that I could see his very there erection.
I ate my bagel in silence after that. I did, however, make sure to be incredibly thorough as I licked my fingers clean.
Toward the end of my bagel, Hayes groaned.
I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, and he snorted. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
I did.
I just wanted him to say it.
“I have no idea,” I admitted. “Maybe you should enlighten me.”
As I said that, I once again licked a smear of cream cheese off my finger.
It was at that point that I realized we were in the middle of nowhere, and that we were slowing down.
“If you’re not careful,” he said as he once again started to accelerate back up to speed. “I might forget that I’m a gentleman.”
I blinked innocently at him. “Who was it that said you had to be one?”
That was the comment that had Hayes pulling over to the side of the road near some dumpsters, throwing it into park, and reaching for me.
I gasped when I found the remains of my bagel plucked from my fingers, tossed unceremoniously into the bag in the middle console between us, and then my body flying directly toward his.
“Hayes,” I breathed, startled to find myself in his lap. “What are you…”
Then he was kissing me.
Kissing me like he meant it, too.
There was no sweet kissing anymore. It was all carnal and rough. Desperate and passionate.
I gasped and looped my arms around his neck, trying to practically crawl into his skin.
I pulled back with a gasp, and Hayes took advantage of my position and started to shove my shirt up past my bra.
I groaned when he roughly yanked the cups of my bra down and exposed my nipple to his gaze.
And before I could say anything more, be scandalized in the least, he was leaning forward and catching the tip of one into his mouth.
Gasping, I speared my fingers into his hair, groaning as he slowly rolled his tongue over the peak as if he had all the time in the world.
“Hayes,” I gasped. “What are we doing?”
He pulled back only to blow on my nipple, causing it to go even harder.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked. “I was trying to be good,” he moved his hand down between the seat and the door and the seat started to roll backward. “But you continued to tease me. Now we’re gonna have to figure this out. Because I’m not hiking over the next couple of hours with a dick that wants you.”
I moaned when he moved to the other nipple, giving that one the same treatment that he’d just given the other one.