Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,14
“I’m going to hang these on my rearview mirror for my next race,” I tease. “The smell of our sex can be my new air freshener.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
As we both hop in the car, Lexi looks at me in shock.
“Oh my God, Coen. Derek cleans your car, give them back. He doesn’t need to be seeing my underwear.”
She starts to climb over me to pry them out of my pocket.
“I’m kidding, dirty girl, sit down.” I laugh. She glares at me before giving me a quick kiss and sits down to put her seatbelt on.
“I think I want pizza, or did you have something planned?” Lexi asks while she’s flipping through the radio stations.
“Whatever you want is fine with me, Sweet Cheeks. Pizza it is.”
I pull out of the parking lot and head down the highway. My girl sitting beside me, smelling like sex, and singing “American Kids” by Kenny Chesney. Country is definitely not my cup of tea, but it’s worth dealing with it to watch and hear her. I’m falling hard and fast for this one and it’s scary. Especially since I’m not sure if she’s as deep into me as I am her. Maybe after a few days of this she’ll be sick of me and move on.
I can’t think about that right now. I promised her a great day and I’m going to give it to her.
She continues to sing as she rests her hand on my thigh and gazes out the window. The trees are nothing but a green blur as I press harder on the accelerator. I’m pretty fucking hungry, too. Pizza sounds pretty perfect right about now.
I’M ABOUT THREE slices of pizza in and I’m starting to get stuffed. Coen has put away half of a large pizza. Wow, this man can eat. This morning has been absolutely amazing. Some girls would rather their boyfriend take them shopping and carry around their bags all day while they spend entirely too much money on purses and shoes that will most likely be collecting dust in their closets a month later.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a new pair of shoes once and a while, but I’d much rather spend the day around cars and being outside. Having a sexy man that can’t keep his hands off of me and treats me with respect is definitely a wonderful bonus. So far this morning has been perfect.
Coen takes a sip of his drink and finally decides to come up for air.
“Mm, this pizza is so good,” he says, after swallowing a bite. “So, sweet cheeks, you’ve gotten to know a little more about me this morning. I want to know more about you. Are you originally from here?”
Everything has been happening so fast, it hadn’t dawned on me that neither of us really know anything about each other at all. Besides the fact that we have an undeniable connection. I set the crust from the slice of pizza I just finished back on my plate, wipe my mouth with my napkin, and place it back down on the table in front of me.
“No, I’m actually from further south of here. I moved here a few years ago. After my dad died, there really wasn’t anything left there for me anymore, so I moved here to be closer to Brea. I don’t have any siblings, so Brea’s really the only family I have now.”
“What about your mom?”
“She died the day I was born.”
“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry, Lex. I—”
“Don’t be.” I shrug, giving Coen a reassuring smile. “My dad raised me the best he could. I think I turned out okay.”
I don’t think he’s really sure what to say at first, so he just smiles and nods.
“I guess that’s why I’m not your typical, average girl.” I smirk.
Coen’s green eyes light up and he reaches across the table to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Average is boring, Lexi.” He takes a bite of pizza, but his eyes never leave mine. “You’re right. You aren’t average at all. You’re perfect.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
“No one is per—”
I’m interrupted by Coen’s phone ringing.
Great, wonder what his aunt wants this time.
He grabs his phone reluctantly and rolls his eyes before finally answering.
“Hello, Aunt Sarah.”
I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end of the phone, but Coen is not happy she called.
“I’m actually on a date right now.” He winks at me and smirks. “Yes, so shocking that someone would want to be out