only one who’s feeling this,” Julianne said tentatively.
“You’re not.”
“Do you usually…um…express your feelings this easily?”
Keenan had been very open about what he wanted, not playing close to the vest as most men she’d observed.
“Yeah. I don’t like to beat around the bush. Don’t have time or the stomach for it.” He shrugged again.
It was refreshing, but also scary. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to discuss everything so openly.
You need to be careful, girl. This could get serious too quick. You’re not ready for that.
She picked up a piece of fruit and ran it over his lips. “Bite.”
“It’s okay, Julianne. I don’t expect you to share what you’re feeling with me. At least not yet. Just when you’re comfortable…when you’re ready. Okay?”
Keenan’s expression was unnerving, a mix of understanding and infinite patience. Julianne lowered the strawberry and bit her bottom lip. He gently touched it with his finger, releasing it from her teeth. He traced her lips.
Julianne kissed it and replied softly. “Okay.”
“Now give me the strawberry.” He opened his mouth.
She fed it to him. Keenan caught her fingers gently with his teeth, nibbling on the pads. He licked along her fingers. Whimpering, Julianne wondered how he could get her from feeling skittish to turned on so fast. He was like lightning—quick, fast, and always leaving her unsettled. She fed him a piece of mango. He sucked it in partially and cupped her cheeks, pulling her close. She opened to him. She ate the mango, and he the other end. Their lips met, and he kissed her hungrily.
Julianne rocked her hips against his erection. She wanted them both naked. His cock would press against her slit. Sliding against the outer lips, her body would be eager for him to enter. She was damp and her wetness would make that glide so easy and sensual. Her pussy clenched as she imagined him moving his hips urgently as she rocked to meet him. Julianne moved against him. Frustration bubbled inside her as she only felt cloth—not the skin she was longing for. She moaned into his mouth. Keenan growled, a hungry sound, as his hands clenched around her hips and cupped her ass, pulling her close to him. Julianne spread her legs wider, moving against his hard member confined in his jeans. Keenan ground against her. Julianne slid her hand down his chest and to the waistband of his jeans.
“Keenan! John said you came in. I bro… Whoops. Sorry,”—a female voice interrupted them.
Julianne yanked away from him. She went to move but Keenan held her in place.
“Ash. It’s fine.” He cleared his throat.
“I bet. I can’t believe Brigid didn’t tell me you were finally dating again,” Ash replied.
Julianne glanced to the side of the truck. Amused dark brown eyes met hers. The woman’s smile widened. Her caramel-coloured face was pretty—broad forehead, full nose, cheeks and rounded chin. From what she could tell, she wore no makeup. The woman’s dark brown hair with golden highlights was in a ribbed-looking clip that held it back from her face. Her hair fell in a ponytail.
“Oh… I brought you some treats.” Ash turned away.
The kinky curls of her hair swished with her. She moved out of view, but was back in moments. She held out a huge bucket of popcorn and Keenan took it.
“Great, thanks. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“As if I would.” Ash held up the jumbo box of Milk Duds. “I didn’t know you had someone with you. I’ll get you another. Be right back.”
The woman disappeared. Julianne heard a sound. She glanced through the windshield and saw the woman was pushing a cart out of view. Julianne glanced back at Keenan. He kissed the tip of her nose and headed for her lips as her thoughts scattered. She leaned against him and revelled in the kiss.
“This is becoming a habit,” the same voice said.
Keenan withdrew, groaning. “Your timing always did suck.”
“I know. It’s a gift.” Ash
“You’re not.”
“Do you usually…um…express your feelings this easily?”
Keenan had been very open about what he wanted, not playing close to the vest as most men she’d observed.
“Yeah. I don’t like to beat around the bush. Don’t have time or the stomach for it.” He shrugged again.
It was refreshing, but also scary. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to discuss everything so openly.
You need to be careful, girl. This could get serious too quick. You’re not ready for that.
She picked up a piece of fruit and ran it over his lips. “Bite.”
“It’s okay, Julianne. I don’t expect you to share what you’re feeling with me. At least not yet. Just when you’re comfortable…when you’re ready. Okay?”
Keenan’s expression was unnerving, a mix of understanding and infinite patience. Julianne lowered the strawberry and bit her bottom lip. He gently touched it with his finger, releasing it from her teeth. He traced her lips.
Julianne kissed it and replied softly. “Okay.”
“Now give me the strawberry.” He opened his mouth.
She fed it to him. Keenan caught her fingers gently with his teeth, nibbling on the pads. He licked along her fingers. Whimpering, Julianne wondered how he could get her from feeling skittish to turned on so fast. He was like lightning—quick, fast, and always leaving her unsettled. She fed him a piece of mango. He sucked it in partially and cupped her cheeks, pulling her close. She opened to him. She ate the mango, and he the other end. Their lips met, and he kissed her hungrily.
Julianne rocked her hips against his erection. She wanted them both naked. His cock would press against her slit. Sliding against the outer lips, her body would be eager for him to enter. She was damp and her wetness would make that glide so easy and sensual. Her pussy clenched as she imagined him moving his hips urgently as she rocked to meet him. Julianne moved against him. Frustration bubbled inside her as she only felt cloth—not the skin she was longing for. She moaned into his mouth. Keenan growled, a hungry sound, as his hands clenched around her hips and cupped her ass, pulling her close to him. Julianne spread her legs wider, moving against his hard member confined in his jeans. Keenan ground against her. Julianne slid her hand down his chest and to the waistband of his jeans.
“Keenan! John said you came in. I bro… Whoops. Sorry,”—a female voice interrupted them.
Julianne yanked away from him. She went to move but Keenan held her in place.
“Ash. It’s fine.” He cleared his throat.
“I bet. I can’t believe Brigid didn’t tell me you were finally dating again,” Ash replied.
Julianne glanced to the side of the truck. Amused dark brown eyes met hers. The woman’s smile widened. Her caramel-coloured face was pretty—broad forehead, full nose, cheeks and rounded chin. From what she could tell, she wore no makeup. The woman’s dark brown hair with golden highlights was in a ribbed-looking clip that held it back from her face. Her hair fell in a ponytail.
“Oh… I brought you some treats.” Ash turned away.
The kinky curls of her hair swished with her. She moved out of view, but was back in moments. She held out a huge bucket of popcorn and Keenan took it.
“Great, thanks. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“As if I would.” Ash held up the jumbo box of Milk Duds. “I didn’t know you had someone with you. I’ll get you another. Be right back.”
The woman disappeared. Julianne heard a sound. She glanced through the windshield and saw the woman was pushing a cart out of view. Julianne glanced back at Keenan. He kissed the tip of her nose and headed for her lips as her thoughts scattered. She leaned against him and revelled in the kiss.
“This is becoming a habit,” the same voice said.
Keenan withdrew, groaning. “Your timing always did suck.”
“I know. It’s a gift.” Ash
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