As much as I hate him growing up so quickly, there is no way I could have done this with a toddler or primary school aged child.”
“Yeah, you would have, baby. There is no doubt in my mind you can do anything you choose to do. And just so you know, spending time with Dillion is my pleasure, that kid is a testament to you, you know that, right?”
My fingers gently combed through Nixx’s soft hair at the nape of his neck, the vodka I consumed giving a nice buzz and the courage to do what I planned next.
Running my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting the remnants of the last fruity concoction I drank. I shimmied forward on his lap, gasping when my mound was sitting flush on top of his bulging hard-on.
“I have one thing I choose to do,” I whispered, while enjoying watching the tic in Nixx’s jaw, his throat bobbing up and down and the way his mouth gaped open, panting.
“Oh, yeah? And what might that be?” Nixx rasped, lifting his hips just enough to push himself right where I craved.
“I want to kiss you. Properly. An open mouth, wet, hot-tongue kiss.” The last word was barely out of my mouth before I was lifted in strong arms, my legs automatically found purchase around his waist hanging on.
“Nixx, for heaven’s sake put me down, I’m too heavy!” I shrieked, then giggled when Blake and Makena whooped and hollered at us, their drunken shouts of ‘go for it’ and ‘you go get it, girl’. However, it was Blake’s excited shouted demand to save a horse and ride a cowboy that had my face heating up more than Nixx carrying me out of the pub past the throes of onlookers, many of them who came into my restaurant.
Ducking my face into Nixx’s throat, I breathed in his scent, secretly loving the open display of affection, a feeling I was definitely not used to at all.
Nixx kicked the door open with his booted foot, striding down the footpath, past three shop fronts and my pizzeria and kept going until he reached where he’d parked his ute. He stopped at the front of the bonnet and plopped me down on the edge and helped me put my feet on the bull bar, then made room between my legs for him and forced his large body into me—crowding me.
“Legs around me again,” he demanded, in a low growl.
“Nixx, what on earth is wrong with you,” I asked, but did as he asked and wound my legs back around his slim waist. “You are acting a little—” Lips, warm and soft, swallowed what I was about to say, the swift move knocking me off balance briefly, but my confusion didn’t last long. This was my proper kiss; Nixx heard what I’d asked for and by god was he giving it to me.
Moaning, I opened my mouth wider and followed Nixx’s lead and nipped and sucked at his lips, meeting his tongue touch for touch, lick for lick and swipe for swipe. His arms tightened around me, his hands splayed flat on my back, holding me close to his chest. My own hands gripped at his shoulders, needing and digging my nails into his flesh as the kiss grew in passion and heat.
The bonnet height meant I was at the right level for Nixx to grind his crotch into my perfectly positioned core. And grind he did. With my legs around his middle and my one foot hooked over the other, I used it to my advantage, pulling him in deeper and tighter against me.
“Fuck baby, even through your jeans, I can feel your heat,” Nixx groaned, his teeth nipping at my lip.
“Mmmmm.” My only answer, not willing to lift my mouth from his for even a second. Kissing always appealed to me; watching movies, I always loved the scenes where the couples kissed. Something about the sounds they made, and the different levels of intensity the kiss took appealed to me—more than having sex.
Refusing to allow my past to invade this amazing moment, I pushed aside my fears of what I could do wrong. Instead, I focused on the fact that I was experiencing my first real passionate kiss with a man who had shown me that he found me not only interesting but attractive. I mean, a man just didn’t get as hard as Nixx was right now from just a lust-filled suggestion of his tongue in my mouth. Right? Alec